The day we found out

It was Easter Sunday morning (April 8, 2012) when I took the pregnancy test.  I was so nervous I couldn't even look at the test, so I left it on the windowsill in the bathroom and made Dave check it.  He came out of the bathroom, kissed me, and said, "Congratulations, Mommy."  I can't even describe how I felt, but I'll try: overjoyed, nervous, anxious, shocked.  I still had 4 more weeks of student teaching to survive including my 2 weeks of intensive (aka teaching everything in the 3rd grade).  I knew it was going to be crazy, but somehow I would survive.

The next four weeks I survived thanks to an AWESOME cooperating teacher.  I was nauseous all day, every day.  I was bloated so my clothes didn't fit right.  But I was going to be a parent, so it was all worth it.