The Day We Found Out

* As unnatractive and gross as this picture is I love it for a million reasons.

I've wanted to share this story for awhile before I forget how I felt or how it happened. 

For reasons unknown to me my Heavenly Father had us move back to Rexburg, and in that time I realized that New York is not something that is going to happen for us and had begun to think about my other life dreams. Which included being a mom and raising a family and I thought it would be hapening sooner now that I had originally thought. But I figured we would at least still wait another year before even thinking about it. 

I re-applied for BYU-Idaho in February and was accepted to start in April. I  set my sights on getting that degree, my first semester back I took a class that will have changed my life. Family Foundations is a required class at BYU-I and since I could not get into as many art classes as I would have liked I signed up for it thinking I was at least getting it out of the way.  I went into the class with an open mind and for a desire to let the spirit teach me, and teach me it did. 

You read two talks before every class period and every talk I read I felt as if it was written exactly for me, and was exactly what my troubled heart needed to hear. 

As the semester came to a close David commented on how I had really grown spiritually and I knew he was right. I had learned so much about the gospel I never knew before and it motivated be to be better. 

The last part of the course was about parenting and for one class they brought in a panel of parents to be asked questions, and as I listened to their stories I had the distanct impression that we were to start our family and that waiting period for us was over. 

I had mentioned to Dave in the past that I thought we might start our family soon, but I honestly thought there were still months ahead of us before we crossed that bridge. 

Immeditaly after that class I told David the feeling I got, and we prayed, fasted, and went to the temple about it. We both felt the same impression and two weeks later we started out what I thought would be a long adventure. It had taken my friends months even years to get pregnant, I was counting on at least 6 months before anything happened. But not after three weeks of trying did I take a test and find out I was pregnant.

Honestly I felt like I was pregnant before I took the test but I didn't want to get myself too excited, so when the first test came out negative I was a little confused.  I tried not to be too upset I knew it was going to take time. The test said to wait a whole week and if there was still no period than to take it again. We had planned a camping trip on the day I could take it again, and knowing I wouldn't be able to wait I packed a test with us. 

Sunday morning at 5 a.m. I woke up having to pee so terribly I got up went to the car got the test and took a squat right outside our little tent in the middle of the woods. Sadly it read negative. In a sigh of disappointment I layed down now concerned about why my period wasn't here, but I knew I was pregnant I just knew it. Throughout all the weeks of waiting I felt like there was a spirit ready to come down, almost like she was waiting for me to realize she was ready and I just needed to get on board. So I thought it odd the test read negative. I began to cry a little over frustration of the impressions I had been getting, maybe I didn't know what I was talking about, David consoled me and I felt to look at the test again.

Pregnant!

Right in the middle of the woods I was pregnant. I couldn't fall back to sleep for another two hours, my mind was racing, we would have to really get a new car, when would I finish school, is the baby going to be healthy, is it a girl?

As we packed up the campsite David wouldn't let me lift a thing, wanting me to rest. Not even a father and I could see how wonderful he was going to be to me and our baby.