"Aaron and Holly sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.
First comes LOVE.
Then comes MARRIAGE.
(then comes a few years to enjoy said marriage…)
THEN comes a BABY in a baby carriage!"
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I feel like life as a young adult is just a constant ache/rush/longing/pressured feeling to get to "the next stage of life."
Whatever that stage may be.
Aaron and I got marriage fairly young, he had just turned 24 and I was 22. But we were in love and we were ready. I mean, we dated all those years.
It seems to me, and correct me if I'm wrong (don't, I'm not), but when you are in a serious relationship, everyone wants to know if and when you will get married.
But then there's a new level of annoyance. Once you are married, people start asking when you plan to start a family. I believe the first of those questions began right after we returned from our honeymoon. No joke. I think it was my grandparents ;) BLESS.
My mom likes to say, "people mean well" and most of the time I can agree with her.
Aaron and I have talked about babies since high school. How we hoped they would look like us and what our house would look like.
We've talked about babies for 4.5 years now. Adding to and changing our (ever-changing) list of baby names, what sports they might play, schools, where we might want to raise them, but how we weren't quite ready for them. (I can say that the pressure to actually have a baby increases rapidly each year you are married, from SOME people (it's not your life, folks!), but not ALL people. That's another rant for another day.)
But, we've only REALLY talked about babies for the past several months. When was the right time to start trying, what about insurance, where would we live, would we have family close, what about new/bigger cars, etc?
One day my sweet, wonderful, loving, crazy, dreamer of a husband looked at me and told me he thought it was the right time. So we talked about it some more and prayed about it and decided to just see what happened.
I took a pregnancy test the morning of October 9th, 2015. That was the day we had planned to go look at a car for me (see previous pos: thttp://tistheseasontobeholly.blogspot.com/2015/12/rainfall-scratches-and-growing-up.html). It had been a little while, well a little while is relative, I should say it had been an appropriate amount of time and I thought that if, by chance, it was positive, we could celebrate that day since he already had the day off work and we were going to be together all day.
It was negative.
I was surprised (at myself) how it actually took me a few minutes to compose myself and to go tell Aaron the news. My first and only pregnancy test I had ever taken was negative, which I knew there was a 50/50 chance it would be, but it REALLY bummed me out. We knew there was an obvious chance that it could take a while to get pregnant, but just seeing the little word on the stick bummed me out for a few days.
Thankfully, my awesome husband was encouraging and I was able to bounce back to my old self and change my mind set. Still praying and trusting God through the process.
October 21st rolled around. I had been feeling a little sick to my stomach the past couple of days and I told my husband that I was going to take another test and if it was negative, I was going to the Dr because I believed that I had caught some "bug"(there's always something going around) at the hospital. So the morning of the 21st rolled around, Aaron left for work, and I worked up the nerve to take another pregnancy test.
I left the bathroom and went into the kitchen to fix breakfast for myself and turned on the TV. Several minutes went by before I could muster the courage to walk back into the bathroom.
When I finally did and the screen said POSITIVE, I kind of flipped out. My poor dog could not figure out what was going on! (He still can't figure out what's going on actually)
I kept the secret ALL day because I wanted to tell Aaron face to face, but I didn't think that I should tell him he needed to come home early or anything. We even had dinner with one of our couple friends and I was proud of myself for not slipping up in front of them.
Once we finally got home, we decided to watch a little tv before we went to bed for the night. I was just sure my face was going to give me away, but I told him I'd be right back and went and got the pregnancy test. I was on the verge of (happy) tears, so instead of melting into a puddle in front of him by trying to be cute or clever, I just handed him the test.
The look on his face will be one of my favorite memories. :) We were so excited and in our prayers that night we thanked God for our little blessing.
:) we are VERY blessed
Tis the season!
-Holly
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