Andrew and I started planning for Baby B in December 2011. If you know me, then you know that 'planning' means obsessing over and becoming completely consumed by. In true Rhea-fashion, I started researching ways to get pregnant, joined a birth club on BabyCenter, and bought every book on pregnancy imaginable within hours. You see, I have this sick mentality that if I prepare for something like crazy and follow all the 'rules' perfectly, then I will get/achieve whatever it is I'm striving for with no problems involved. This mentality has proven to consistently fail me my entire life, yet I decided to give it another chance with trying to conceive.
The day after we had the 'let's make a baby' talk, I put all of my research to good use- I started charting my basal body temperature, taking prenatal vitamins, and even started a skin regimen to ensure I wouldn't get any stretch marks. By the end of the month I started having all of the pregnancy symptoms I read about- morning sickness, sore boobs, and fatigue. The only problem was that I WASN'T pregnant. You know how I knew I wasn't? The $60 worth of pregnancy tests all came back negative.
This same routine followed me through January and February, and by March I was completely over it. Okay, not completely, but 85%. I stopped taking my temperature, didn't buy any pregnancy tests, and decided to do it the old fashioned way: praying for God's will and MEANING it. Don't get me wrong- I've always prayed for His will, but secretly, in the back of my mind, wanted things to happen in my time, under my circumstances.
I had no (made up) symptoms in March, so I assumed there was no way I was pregnant. On the 28th I decided to use my very last pregnancy test ($200 later) and thank God (for our bank account) it was positive! I still remember the feeling of adrenaline rushing through me. My life- our lives- forever changed in that instant.
And that, my friends, is how this journey all began.
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