The Traveling Show

July 2010, Exactly one year ago, Anthony and I found out we were pregnant. The day before I left for Salt Lake City for a work convention I took a test, and was confused to see the negative sign with as late as I was. 5 days later I came home and took another test which turned out to be positive! We were so thrilled we couldn't help but tell the family right away. Sadly though, a week later I miscarried.

Since then we have quietly continued to try to get pregnant again. Each month anxiously reading into every upset stomach and peak in my temperature. As life started to pick up pace again this summer the idea of a baby still lingered, but not as strong. We bought our first house and started looking into getting a puppy.

Life really got busy at the end of July. We started moving into our new home, my Mom came from Texas to visit and go to Education week with me, and again I started to gear up to go to convention, this time in Minneapolis. The stress was piling on and I was feeling more and more tired each day. My mom even joked that maybe I was pregnant and that's why I needed so many breaks. I laughed at her joke, then secretly started counting back days in my head. My mom left early on Tuesday, August 2nd. As we finished up a couple trips to the new house I decided it couldn't hurt to take a test. Positive.

I left for Minneapolis Wednesday morning at 4:00am. It was a long 4 days of working, walking, bathroom breaks every 2-4 hours and feeling nauseous anytime I drank something other than bottled water. At 11:30pm on Saturday I stopped at the store on my way back home and bought 3 more tests (better to be safe). Even with little sleep I woke up at 6:00am and quickly took another test. Yep, still positive. I joined the now awake Anthony back in bed and asked him what he was doing up so early.

"These last couple days I've gotten used to getting up early so I can move stuff to the new house before I go to work."

"Oh," I responded. "Well I'm up early from the morning sickness."

-LONG PAUSE-

"We're pregnant!?"

I answered with a smile and a hug.

Everyone says it happens when you stop trying. After a year of waiting we had to laugh...it's exactly one year later. Apparently we can only get pregnant in July. Who knew?