Two pink lines

Yesterday Mason and I ventured out to P-Town for lunch with Roseanne (who is a teacher and thoroughly enjoying her summer break) and a visit with Heather (who has no breaks this summer with 3 kids at home for the next 3 months.)

Rose and I had quite a bit of catching up to do and during the conversation the thought crossed my mind that it is simply amazing how much can change in a year. In the last year Roseanne, for instance, has moved home to the U.S. from China, gotten married, and will soon make another move across the country to Minnesota.

I got to thinking about all that has changed in my own life in the last year and it occurred to me that it was exactly one year ago yesterday, June 24th, that Tage and I found out we were pregnant. It was a Tuesday. We had recently vacationed in China, moved into our new house in Spokane, and the previous weekend had hosted a Summer Solstice Cocktail Party for our neighborhood to meet our new neighbors. Monday night I remember asking Tage, "Do you remember when I had my period last?" and him replying, "No, but I think it has been a while."

I had taken pregnancy tests before. Lots of them. Because I'm paranoid. Tuesday morning I grabbed a test and brushed my teeth while waiting for the results, expecting one pink line like all the others. Imagine my surprise when there were two. TWO pink lines. Clear as day. I remembered Heather telling me that when she took the test that told her she was pregnant with Camden that it was bright pink instantly. Two pink lines.

With what must have been six thousand butterflies in my stomach I finished getting ready for work, got in the car, and immediately called Heidi.

Me: "Hi."

Heidi: "Hi."

(Then let Heidi talk for a few minutes.)

Me: "Um, so I took a pregnancy test this morning and it was positive."

Heidi: "Oh my God!"

Me: "What am I supposed to do now???"

I went to work and told my assistant manager, Suzy, that I had an appointment at 11am and needed to take my lunch early. Off to the clinic I went, to confirm.

Sure enough. We were actually pregnant.

The appointment took nearly two hours because I waited there for the results. I wasn't about to go anywhere without knowing for SURE that this was really happening. When I got back I knew I had to tell Suzy. She then immediately left for her lunch break and returned with the book What to Expect When You're Expecting. It was even wrapped in tissue and in a gift bag.

This was really happening.

Then I had to figure out how to tell Tage.

That evening when I got home I walked into the office and we went through our regular "tell me about your day" conversation and I can't remember exactly what had happened that day for him but I do remember that he (for once) had a lot to say.

Then it was my turn.

I told him about work that day and I let him know I had a surprise for him. He loves surprises, especially when they involve chocolate. Little did he know how big and life changing this surprise would be.

I handed him a tissue-wrapped package. He could tell it was a book, which he also loves. We were standing in the office about 3 feet apart from each other when he opened it up. He looked up at me, a great big smile on his face, and with his eyes wide asked, "Are we expecting?!"

There were already tears in my eyes (as there are now as I recall that moment) and I nodded yes. The next thing I knew I was in his arms and crying and he was laughing.

We sat down right then and poured through the first chapter of that book together.

One year ago we were serving cocktails to the neighbors.

Now we are the oh-so-proud parents of the best 5 month old on the planet.

It is simply amazing how much can change in a year.

Back to our adventure yesterday, Mason was such a trooper. Only one melt down on the way home from missing his afternoon nap and only getting about a half hour cat nap (shown above) with his tongue sticking out.
I've raved about Heather's talents before. She never ceases to amaze me. Remember the ADORABLE clover onesie she made? It has a cousin. This stinking cute owl Mason is modeling. (He is doing his best to imitate the owl.)
AND the owl on the onesie has a friend! He is happily perched on Mason's arm. I had every intention of using this tutorial from Joy's Hope to make one of these guys but Heather beat me to it. Good thing too, because hers is WAY cuter than mine would have been. She even included bells inside. Heather's craftiness is borderline disgusting, but I only say that out of jealousy.