We will be welcoming a LITTLE LADY into our family on or around DECEMBER 15. Hopefully she comes before Christmas, but either way we are excited.
HOW WE FOUND OUT:
As we were in the final weeks of training prior to the race, I found myself acting funny. I was exhausted and lethargic. I just thought it was because I was running 30+ miles a week. (My goal is to run a marathon between each pregnancy, in hopes to stay in shape and to keep working towards some sort of goal) Anyways, the week of the race Sean and I were talking about when we would try to start adding to our family. I told him, one morning, that my body was so weird lately (still thinking all the running and weening Charlie from nursing were my answers) and that we would have to wait a few months for it to regulate itself again. That same morning I went to a friend's house. I asked her if she had problems when she weened her children. I also said that my body was probably just punishing me for working it too hard and that maybe I was coming down with some sort of bug. She insisted that I was pregnant. I denied and said there was no way. She brought me one of her digital tests (I was worried she was giving me such a nice test to take when I knew what the answer was going to be already). I really thought I would be so sorry when we saw that it was negative and I just used her last one. Lo and behold, I was numb when I saw the word 'pregnant' across the little screen. I was so numb to the whole thing, that I wandered home and sat there wondering how to tell Sean. He was planning to run home for lunch that day. He always checks the mail on his way in and thoroughly scans each piece of mail. I decided to write him an anonymous card and tell him in it. I couldn't wait to see his reaction. If only he could've seen my reaction when he called and said that he was in the middle of a complicated case and wouldn't be home. I made some lame excuse up and went in to bring him lunch and the mail. After what seemed like forever, we were alone and he was able to go through the mail. He waited, for what seemed like an eternity, to open the random card up. He was so shocked he had to read it a few times until he could process it. HE GOT SO EXCITED! We talked about how ironic it was that we had had that specific conversation that morning. He was sad that he missed looking at a pee stick and so off I went to get one at the dollar store. I took another one so that he could be a part of the excitement. Then we were both excited, nervous, in awe, and wondering what I would do that Saturday for the race.
We decided that my body was prepared for the race and that this little one came in the thick of training, so it must be out of our hands. That was why the race was SO hard. I vowed I wouldn't do another one again and just stick to half marathons. I am now thinking about the next one....
We also waited until I was 15 weeks to tell our parents and siblings. I didn't want either of our mothers to worry that I put the baby in harm's way running that race. The wait paid off. Everyone was happy and no one questioned our decision to have me run.
We are excited to become a family of four! Now, off I go to take a nap.