It's been almost a year since we've been trying to get pregnant and my patience was waining. A year is not a long time all you preggo hopefuls though it seems like it at the time. Thinking I had a "buy month" due to a procedure I was due to have to be able to get pregnant in September, I was partying like it was 1999. I went to a monthly girls dinner event and said to one my girlfriends "I don't think god meant for me and Dave to have a baby" (mind you I am not particularly religious, I think it was the dirty martini talking and the horrendous day at work I had had). The next day I was meant to go to Nantucket for a 10 day vacation, complete with days on the beach, a million Coors Lights (CL smoothies), Rose and Savignon Blanc and seafood galore and that I did until.... September 4, 2010.
Hurricane Earl was heading towards Nantucket and my husband and brother were busy helping to help cover windows on a friends house. They couldn't wait until we were done to start "drinking through the Hurricane". Earl turned out to be nothing more than an hour rainstorm on Friday night which we happily bar crawled through. We were sitting at the Club Car the Friday night of the Hurricane and it dawned on me "I'm LATE" and "something is not right". I'm not 100% sure why I didn't immediately run to the Stop and Shop for a preggo test but I waited until about 3pm the next day (sunny Saturday which was meant to be an all out Hurricane). For all your worry warts, no I hadn't had a drink that day, I knew something was up. We left a friends pool and I made my husband stop at the store. I run in the house and take the test, VOILA, 2 pink lines. I had taken a bunch before and NOTHIN but 2 lines popped right up. OK so I had to take another one to be sure. This was 3pm, we were due to have 10 people over for dinner. My husband was so shocked he fell asleep. What does one do, well go to a Arbonne Make up party with a preggo friend to get out of the house and try to absorb this and put off prepping for dinner. I come back after an hour or so and start scheming how I am going to cover this up at the party. Everyone knows I am party time Mel and if I wasn't drinking, oh HELLO they would know. I concocted a fake fruity drink and made a few pitchers of the real deal for the guests. The husband is still not speaking many words, my brother is wondering why we are both so quiet and then the guests arrive. 3 or so hours CREEP by and I am on a sugar high from my peach fake drinks and husband has now busied himself setting up outdoor lighting. Give the boy the project and he is happy. Bingo, no one noticed me not dancing on the table. The next day is Sunday and I am meant to leave on Monday. It canNOT come fast enough. I need to leave this island and pronto.
Brother wonders what happened to party time Mel but like a good person, does not say a word. The next 2 days were stressful as we weren't telling anyone until we knew for sure and brother is curious. Oh and husband is still not able to articulate sentences. I leave on Monday and call the doctors frantic as I have been "on vacation" aka party time (I have to wait until Tuesday because it's labor day). Tuesday is my first day back at work after vacation and I am a wacko as I just want to know. I run to take a blood test at lunch. Nurse Nancy calls me at 2:30 to tell me "I am quite far along". On 9/7/10 I find out I am 5 weeks pregnant. I think WHAT on earth! I screech about the drinking and she says, this happens all the time, bla bla bla. From this point on I resolve to be calm about the whole thing and I have stuck to it. Oh and at 3:15 the same day, I find out I am getting a promotion which is a surprise and announced on a National Sales Call. I try not to sound like a cheerleader who finds out she is making captain, but I am pretty sure that's how I came off on the phone "WHAT, OMG, THANK YOU!!!" Um I mean, I appreciate the recognition, Mr. Hartman, thank you!
This is how the More's find out they are with child.
This picture is the sunset before we leave at Smith's Point. Notice the gingerale and the look of shock.
