This Time Last Year

This time last year I was a nervous wreck. I had knots in my stomach and wanted to hurl. I was at work, trying to go about my daily tasks without falling asleep or throwing up or daydreaming in my office chair.

You see, one year and 8 days ago Stephen and I found out we were going to have a baby. It was one of the weirdest days of my life. Second only to the day I went into labor, which I have yet to blog about even though Jansen is 4.5 months old. (One day I’ll get on that, it really is a good story.) So 373 days ago I woke up and peed on a stick in the guest bathroom. I hadn’t told Stephen I was going to do it. I had taken so many tests and I was tired of walking out of the bathroom and disappointingly shaking my head to Stephen. I looked down at the stick, expecting to see nothing and then a slow negative. But that’s not what I saw. I saw an immediate plus. I said the only thing that could come out of my mouth.

“Oh my God.”

With my jaw dropped and the pee stick in my hand, I walked into the laundry room where Stephen was changing the wash. I was on repeat. “Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.”

We decided to take a few days to gather ourselves. We wanted a confirmation from the doctor and we needed to figure out how we were going to tell everyone.

So on January 20, 2010, exactly a year ago today, we told our families that their entire world was about to change.

That paper inside the frame said something along the lines of “Mommy and Daddy will give you a real picture when I get here – I hope you can wait until September! Love, Baby Hurst”

There was screaming and crying, mostly from my mother-in-law. Tears from me. The whole day was overwhelming and I was so ready for it to be over. It was shocking and scary and exciting.

Nothing has been the same since.