Our Pregnancy Story

Before this little guy graces us with his presence in about a month or so, I thought I'd share a little of our pregnancy.  (And just a warning: it's not too glamorous or exciting, but it is his story and ours, and that makes it all the more special to us.)

We had discussed, prayed and planned to try to get pregnant for awhile.  I'm too Type-A to have anything happen on the fly, so this was on the radar for a long time.  Mr. Bergstrom and I just felt like the time was right too, we had purchased a house, I was going part-time at the theater and our sweet brother and sister-in-law had just told us they were expecting.  To physically prep for pregnancy, I went on Weight Watchers and lost 15 pounds, as well as, started taking prenatal vitamins to get my body completely ready for a baby.

It was July 2011 and I decided that I wanted to wait at least 5 weeks before I took a pregnancy test, that way I could see if I got a period and feel like the test was more accurate, having waited longer than 4 weeks.  I set a date and would count down with Bergstrom, "Two more days until I take the test, "Tomorrow morning I'm going to take it..."  On the planned day, I woke up and immediately took the test.  It was 6:30 in the morning, I'm looking like a zombie with bedhead and Bergstrom's in his underwear. (Sorry,babe)  I took the test and walked out and told him, "It's positive."  It was so immediate.  He couldn't believe it.  I couldn't believe it.  We were pregnant.  We hugged and began our day beaming from the inside out.

We decided to tell only a few close friends and our siblings right away.  Bergstrom's parents were coming in town in a few weeks and we wanted to wait to tell them and my parents in person all together.  It was incredibly hard to keep the secret.  I remember two weeks before our 'big announcement' I had lunch with my mom.  I was about 5 weeks and she looks at me across the table at Pei Wei and says, "You look so good, so beautiful today."  "Uh, thanks, Mom.  It's Weight Watchers." (BIG LIE!  I had stopped Weight Watchers once I found out I was pregnant.)

So, fast forward to August 27th.  We planned to go out to eat with both of our parents.  Our hearts were pounding.  B and I had talked about and planned what we were going to do, going to say and it was all up to him.  I was going to let him spill the beans.  It was torturous.  We were there for at least 20 minutes before our food arrived and B offered to say a blessing over the food.  I don't remember his exact words, but it went something like this, " Dear Lord, thank you for this food and for allowing us to have this time together with our parents.  We ask a blessing on the food and ask that they will not scream too loudly when we tell them they're going to be grandparents come April."  I'm pretty sure there was no "Amen," just a round of squeals and hugging and some tears.  We produced the ultrasounds that I had just had done and everything is a bit of a blur from there.  Luckily I snapped some pictures:

We're a pretty happy, excited family, can't you tell?  This little one is going to be so loved and spoiled its not even funny.