I'm having a baby.

So the point of this blog is to record my pregnancy and share it with friends, family and strangers. The other person participating in this process is my dear husband, Tony. I'm a little new to the concept of blogging, but I hope to make it a part of the next 8 months.

Here's the story so far.
Last week my husband was out of town on business, and I was finishing up my last week at my former job. I thought it was about time for my period, but nothing was happening. I happened to have a pregnancy test at home because I was really late a few months ago. I decided to take the test when I came home on Wednesday thinking that it would definitely be negative. The two pink lines showed up as soon as I was finished peeing. I was immediately elated and sad, because I knew I couldn't tell Tony over the phone. Instead I called my best friend and told her. We were giddy and girly on the phone for awhile, and I spend the rest of the evening thinking all kinds of baby thoughts.
Thursday I told a friend at work because I just had to tell someone in person. My college roommate called that night so I had to tell her also. I was feeling guilty by now, three of my girl friends knew and Tony was still oblivious.
Friday was my last day at work and the day I would pick my husband up at the airport. I was very hyper all day, no need for caffiene anymore. My coworkers sent me off with a very nice going away lunch. I arrived at the airport to pick up Tony with two jewelry boxes. One contained a new wedding ring, he lost his a few weeks ago. The other was a bracelet box with the pregnancy tests in it. He opened the ring box and put his ring. He eyed the other box suspiciously. Tony is not a man interested in bracelets so he was worried about what eyesore I might have bought him. When he did open it, he looked incredulous. He thought it was negative and that I was just being mean.
Once the shock wore off for him, he wanted to call his parents but decided he'd rather tell him in person. So he called his college roommate instead. Tony had to get used to the idea quickly because my parents were waiting for us at our apartment, and we were going to tell them next.
The grandparents are overjoyed, and we have enjoyed a nice week of them visiting and me being unemployed. They are leaving tomorrow, and Tony and I are driving to see his parents. I'll write about telling the other grandparents later.
I'll try to make future posts less boring. I start my new job on Tuesday. This seems to be a perfect time in my life. I am starting my dream job and getting ready for my first bab y.