As I quickly approach my 3rd trimester (on Monday), I have felt impressed to write down our story; or better words, our journey to becoming a family. It's a long and emotional one (okay maybe only for me) but it's something I never want to forget.
Jared and I have talked from the very beginning how much we both wanted a family. We both come from big families and that has always been something we wanted for our children one day. We knew we were going to be attending graduate school in the fall, so before we even moved we had decided that when we got close to graduation (so we would be married for about 2.5 years) we would start trying. We both felt like that was the best plan for us and our future.
In August 2013, we packed our little apartment and headed to begin our first big adventure as a newly married couple in Spokane, Washington. Jared had been accepted into a 2 year Masters program and my plan was to work (and try not to go to target everyday) while he was in school. Things were going great. I had a wonderful job and we met some of the greatest people that changed our lives. All of our friends (literally almost every single one of them) had children and we quickly began to feel a little empty. I wanted a baby so I had a reason to attend play dates and mommy lunches, but the more we talked about it it just didn't feel right. I was being selfish and wanting a baby for all the wrong reasons. In reality, I loved our life. We were still in the newlywed stage and were loving every minute.
A year went by and my hunger for a baby grew and grew. Except this time it was different. This time I felt inspired and ready to have a baby. Jared and I continued to talk and weigh our options, and after an evening at the temple, we knew it was time to start trying. I will never forget sitting in the temple with my sweet husband, hand in hand, tearing up together and feeling so inspired. We just knew. There was a little miracle ready to join our family. Knowing how strongly we both felt, I knew it wouldn't take long. How could it right?
9 months went by and each month got harder and harder to have faith. How could this be happening? We felt so strongly to start our family, but were we wrong? Why was this so hard? Each month I cried and cried as i stared at negative pregnancy tests, while Jared comforted me and bought me all the chocolate in the world. I started reading fertility books, taking my temperature, swallowing those nasty prenatal vitamins, EVERYTHING I could think and read about to help get my body prepared, but nothing was working. We both decided to give up, and since we were going to be moving in 2 weeks, we would just try again after we were settled down in San Francisco.
Mother's day came and still no baby. I was upset. angry. frustrated. every emotion you could think of I experienced that weekend (my poor poor husband). (Guys, can you tell I married an angel?) That next week was spent packing up our house and finishing last minute things in Spokane before our trip to Hawaii, AZ, and then our big move to SF. Friday, May 15th 2015 was a day I will never forget. We were selling the rocket and leaving to Hawaii the next day. I was so stressed out, exhausted, nauseous, grumpy, and just done. We had an appt to sell our car at 4 and then dinner with Jared's sister and family at 5. I couldn't figure out why I was so grumpy, emotional, and tired. I chalked it up to moving stress and we headed out to sell our car. While there I started feeling so sick and told Jared I was going to walk over to Rite-Aid and get a pregnancy test. If it was positive, great I had a reason and excuse for feeling the way I did, and if not, well I was convinced Hawaii would be ruined due to my time of the month. (dramatic. i know)
We got the test and headed straight home. I told Jared that if it was negative I just wanted to be left alone and not even acknowledge it. No more tears I was done being upset about it every month. We got home and I rushed into the bathroom. Feelings of excitement and nervousness filled my body, yet I told myself it was going to be negative and to not even get my hopes up. Those next 3 minutes while waiting for the test to process were hands down the LONGEST 3 minutes of my life. I walked out, threw in a load of laundry, and came back in to see the best word I have ever seen.
PREGNANT.
Oh my gosh, did I read that right? Pregnant? I'm pregnant? We're pregnant?
Tears of joy and nervous laughs overtook my body and I started screaming and jumping up and down. We were having a baby.
I really wish i would have recorded Jared's reaction, or could type it out better than I am, but in that moment I fell more in love with my husband than I ever thought possible. We were going to be parents!!!!!!!
Pregnancy definitely hasn't been easy, but well worth it. We have grown closer together in our marriage and I have absolutely loved watching Jared transform into a dad. He is so sweet and comforting, and puts up with my stubborness and midnight cravings. We are so excited to welcome this sweet little girl into our family, and I hope and pray every day she is just like her dad because so help me if she is stubborn like me. I won't be able to handle it. We truly feel like the luckiest people in the world.











