1 year ago, I had been feeling cruddy for about 4 days and couldn’t shake it.
1 year ago, I was 4 days late, but that wasn’t such a surprise since my period had been wonky since going off BC one year prior.
1 year ago, we had only lived in Post Falls for 3 weeks and I was still in the process of applying for jobs and unpacking.
1 year ago, I forced myself off the couch and went to Walmart to buy a pregnancy test (and almost fainted in the check-out line).
1 year ago, I tested as soon as I got home from Walmart, expecting a negative result like all the ones before.
1 year ago, I saw TWO pink lines appear and I was shocked.
1 year ago, I called Kyle at work and told him over the phone.
1 year ago, Kyle’s co-worker overheard the conversation.
1 year ago, Kyle could not believe that I tested without him and told him over the phone.
1 year ago, we went out to Subway to celebrate – as that is the only thing that sounded good to me.
1 year ago, we found out our baby was coming, and we were excited beyond words.

1 year ago.