A few weeks after a scare we had, my monthly visitor arrived and I became upset. I subconsciously had baby fever and that’s when Richard and I had THE TALK. I started doing my research about becoming pregnant while I was away for a month on a work assignment. Rich would come visit me and I would text him mid week reminding him I was ovulating.

Fast forward to April, we were vacationing in Arizona and Utah when I was two, three, four, five days late. The day we arrived home, Rich went to work and I sat at home thinking all day. I was terrified thinking, “Could it be?”. Everyone we had spoken to said it took them several months to get pregnant. I had an OBGYN appointment for my routine check up the next day and a part of me wondered if I should just wait, but I couldn’t.  I waited for Rich to come home from work with a pregnancy test and sushi. I went into the bathroom alone and he insisted that I leave the door open. I walked out in complete and utter shock and he thought I was joking. He bolted into the bathroom and couldn’t believe his eyes. The next 9 months felt like an eternity waiting for our little one.

A little side story here: I always told Rich how badly I wanted him to see the stars in low to no light pollution. It was one of the most beautiful things I had seen and I wanted to share that with him and my dad. So I booked this trip with the intention of sharing this moment with my two favorite people. It was absolutely freezing in the middle of the desert (I know, we weren’t expecting it and ended up having to go buy 3 sweatshirts to layer up —totally my fault because I thought it would be 90 degrees). Rich and I set up our tripod to get some pictures and just looked up at the stars and we looked at each other and said, “Did you just see that?!!” It was a shooting star and after finding out we were pregnant, Rich admitted that he wished I was pregnant, which at the time I already was.