On A Sentimental Note...

So, tomorrow is my birthday...I haven't quite decided if I am going to turn 27. April 24th just might have to go down in Faith history as "The day formally known as my birthday." Twenty-seven is just 3 years from 30. I am NOT turning 30. I will forever stay 29...well maybe 26. Matt has no issue with turning 30...every time I say I am not going to do it, he says...BRING IT ON. There have been very few times in my almost 11 year relationship with Matt that I have wanted to slap that silly smile off of his face, but when he says that...it about sends me over the edge. Ha ha I am just joking, I promise, I might just tap it off! :) I love him though, I can't hold it against him if he wants to embrace getting older. It is just one reality I refuse to face! Ok, total sidetrack there.


So, it has been year today since I found out I was pregnant. I know most of you know that Matt & I had a hard time getting pregnant. It was always something, either he was gone or the timing just wasn't right. We saw doctor's and they gave us the same run around. I won't go into details because it is in the past and I am a firm believer to live for the present and hope for the future while not dwelling on the past. I remember Matt coming home from Iraq and having many discussions about having a baby. We really felt that it was the right time in our lives, we were ready plain and simple. Well, at the end of March and the beginning of April I had EVERY pregnancy symptom in the book. I would log onto websites and read the "Top 10 signs your pregnant" articles and I would have at least 9 of the symptoms. We were heading to Paris the first weekend in April and I remember taking a test...it was negative. At that time, I was so disheartened because I felt it was going to be the last 3 or 4 years all over again. I honestly felt I was pregnant. I went and told Matt that I just wanted to stop focusing on it...not stop wanting or trying, I just didn't want to put that much emphasis on it. So, we went to Paris, took the weekend to lift our spirits (while eating hamburgers every time I had the chance...which is what I craved along with tomato sandwich my first trimester). We came back, resumed normal life, and I just dealt with the tiredness and all that jazz. Well, I had a follow-up appointment with my doctor regarding my surgery I had in January, who is an awesome doctor I might say and super nice. He was doing the examination and turned the ultrasound monitor towards me and pointed to a little circle. He asked me if I knew what it was and I was thinking well it is too small to be an ovary so I don't know. He then said the words I had been waiting to hear for over 4 years..."Congratulations, young lady, you are pregnant!" My reaction, which I swore to myself I would only tell those close to me, but I am feeling sentimental so why not, was "Holy Toledo, Batman." I have never said that in my life and probably (I really hope not) won't ever again. Ok, you can stop laughing now. :) He continued to take a look to make sure things were going well. I sat there just in complete utter shock. I just couldn't believe it. Then I said out of the blue "Happy Birthday to me!" Dr. Plock asked me when my birthday was and I told him the next day. He said that I had the best birthday present ever...he was so right. I was about 5 1/2 weeks long...which meant I was pregnant when I took the test it was just way too early to tell. So, Gracie got to go to Paris with us! Matt didn't go with me to the doctor because he got home late, so it was a hi honey/bye honey type thing. I called him as soon as I got out of the doctor's office and told him I needed the car again on Friday. He asked what for and I told him...I know, I know...I could have waited, it was only a 15 minute drive. (I know most of you are looking at the computer screen and saying...."No you couldn't!" and your right.) Needless to say he was as much in shock as I was. So, when I got home, he was waiting outside our door and gave me the biggest hug and kiss ever with the biggest smile on his face. Another moment I won't forget! We couldn't believe we were finally going to be parents. So, today will always be a special day in my heart. Every year when April 23rd comes around, along with the "Day formally known as my birthday," I will always remember that feeling or that moment. It changed our lives forever...it has been the best change so far! Being a mom is more then I ever thought it would be. Watching her grow, which happens way too fast, and seeing her personality develop is such a blessing. I thank God everyday for giving us Gracie. She is truly a gift from God. Finding out the day before "the day formally known as my birthday" was perfect timing and something I will never forget.


Here are a few pics of us...one in Paris and the bottom one was taken at the Friedberg Brauhaus in Germany on my birthday last year....errr "the day formally known as my birthday." ;)