To start...

My husband and I were married May 29th, 2009. From the get-go, we decided we wanted to wait a while to have kids. Between my husband being in school full-time and us living in Oklahoma of all places, we wanted to give it time. I was on birth control, but it was always kind of sporadic. We always said, 'If it happens, it happens, and we'll deal with it then.'

Well. Then it happened.

I was 2 weeks late, and I knew. I just knew, without even needing to take the test. Finally, my husband made a midnight run into town to buy me some tests. And I took one. And it was positive. The line was faint, but it was still there.

And then the freaking out started.

Lots of yelling, tears, arguing, and calm discussion later...and we're going to keep it. Well, at the very least, we aren't going to end the pregnancy. Unless my doctor tells me that it would be a serious detriment to my health to do so, we're going to go ahead with it. We still haven't come to a decision on if we will keep the sprog or adopt it...but we're going to wait a few weeks before we really start talking about that.

So that's that. I am absolutely terrified. Sure, I love kids, but I've got NO idea what to do. This whole pregnancy thing is utterly foreign to me. With the fact that I have no gallbladder, and I'm morbidly obese, and I'm having serious issues with my back and hips...yeah, I'm scared. But at the same time, I'm starting to get a little excited about it. I don't know yet what is going to happen...but I want to blog about it. It's one of the biggest things in my life...it would be good to keep track of what happens.

Next week, hopefully, I'll have a doctors appointment and we can really get the party started. For now, though...demon sprog doesn't much care for Chocolate...and I don't get morning sickness so much as later afternoon/evening sickness.