We're expecting!

I decided to start a new blog to share with everyone our adventures in parenting... while my old blog was useful for many years, I feel I am starting a new chapter of my life that deserves it's own space. So... here we go!

First on the agenda, the name is from our last name, combined with clippings from our life, and soon we will have a little one that will have clippings to share of their own!

Second up, the story of my BFP (Big Fat Positive!):

Eliot and I have been debating, praying, and discussing for months (if not years) when we should become parents. It's not a decision we take lightly, especially financially with Eliot still in school, but around the past few months we have both been feeling a strong pull to be parents. So, trusting God in His faithfulness that we would be parents in His perfect timing, we decided to stop my birth control pills. That was about a month ago.

Fast forward to this morning... I had been charting my temps to see if I was even ovulating yet, and since my temp dropped this morning (usually symbolizing Aunt Flo is in town), I was pretty discouraged. But, since I had joined a group of supportive trying-to-conceive women on Baby Center in a "pee-on-a-stick" party, I decided to go for it and test. With a First Response Early Result test in hand, I completed the test and set it to wait on the counter. What I saw next I couldn't believe (I actually put in my contacts to make sure I was seeing it correctly!):

From Baby stuff!

I was so excited I was shaking. I couldn't call anyone because Eliot was at school and I of course had to tell him first! So there I was, sitting around all day, waiting for him to come home. SO, I went out to Old Navy and found a (3-6mo, it's all they had) gender-neutral baby outfit that said "I love daddy" on it and put it in the bag with the test. When Eliot walked in the door, I tried to pretend I was excited about the shark steam mop that I had just gotten to not give away the secret (well, I am excited about the mop, but not quite as excited!). Then, after he excruciatingly slowly took his shoes off, etc (he had a long week), I handed him a non-descript gift bag and said I had gotten him something. Here's what was inside:

From Baby stuff!

From Baby stuff!

Well, that plus the positive pregnancy test. Eliot looked at the shirt and said, "It's a little small for me." Then he looked at my huge grin and said, "You're pregnant?!" He was all smiles and hugs and we were both quite happy! :-)

Then, while Eliot taught a lesson, I decided to go out and get a different test, one of those digital ones that say "pregnant" or "not pregnant" to make sure it wasn't a fluke. When I got back, we tested again, and...

From Baby stuff!

We decided to call a few family members and close friends and share the news, telling some on Skype and some over the phone. I used the tests as evidence:

From Baby stuff!

So it's official. I haven't seen a doc because I have to find an OB in the area first, but I may go see my regular doctor and get a flu shot this next week anyway. I am taking all the prenatal vitamins and meds for my thyroid as appropriate, so hopefully everything will go well and we can tell everyone else soon!

I feel personally like God was guiding our decision from the start... people don't often conceive so quickly, and we both knew we were being called to parenthood. What an amazing thing it is to see God's work so clearly in our lives!

There you have it. The Grassos are expecting!