2017. The year of my 40th birthday and the year of my “Sweet 16” wedding anniversary, all in the month of May, just two days apart. I had an intimate birthday dinner, but nothing topped going to Disney World in July to continue the celebration. The real reason for visiting Orlando was for hubby’s biennial fraternity conference, but I had other plans, to see M-I-C-K-E-Y-M-O-U-S-E and Minnie Mouse! I mean, who does not L-O-V-E the Magic Kingdom? This trip was extra special as hubby had never been, so I would get to show him around. I was also getting him ready for when we have children and would be taking them.
Let’s rewind…yes, I shared that we have been married for 16 years and no children. It is not that we did not wish to have any (which would irritate me when people would ask if we wanted children), but even after having exploratory laparoscopic surgery in 2007 and finding out there were no issues, we were told that we would need to visit a Fertility Specialist to conceive. We both are hard workers, dedicated doctoral students, and just thought that when God was ready, He would bless us with children. Not only that, I am a type 2 diabetic and I needed to get my hemoglobin A1C down to 6, which was not an easy feat.
Now, let’s fast forward…Little did I know that this year, my hubby had given up on having children. He is 43. While I had not given up, I knew that I would soon begin writing my dissertation and figured we would try to conceive once I graduated in December 2018. We have to remember that God makes the decisions, not us! We were thoroughly enjoying Magic Kingdom (specifically Splash and Space Mountain), the lazy river at the hotel, Disney Springs, and experiencing UberEATS after a lazy day at the pool. Our unplugged vacation was one of the best decisions we had ever made.
After enjoying a week of fun in the sun, we returned home and it was back to our normal hectic schedules. The only thing that was different is that after a few weeks, “something” was missing that typically comes to visit like clockwork. That “something” had not shown up since July 6th. I just knew that it was a fluke. I mean after 19 years of being together and 16 years of marriage, we couldn’t possibly be pregnant. Nope, not us! Well, boy was I wrong. I originally took a pregnancy test on Friday, August 4th and after waiting five minutes and no change, I threw the test in the trash, was a little upset, but went on with my day. However, the hubby (affectionately now known as the “trash man”) did not know that I had taken the test (I did not want to alarm him if the result was negative), found it, took a picture, and texted me asking if I was pregnant. I told him that I was not, but he then sent a picture of the POSITIVE PREGNANCY TEST! What in the world was happening? I took another pregnancy test the following Monday on August 7th and it was a BIG FAT POSITIVE PREGNANCY TEST! It didn’t even take 60 seconds to change. Saying that we were both in shock was an understatement. Matter of fact, for about a week, all hubby could say was, “what the fuck?” LOL. While we were scared, we were excited and began planning for Baby Warren.
As the hubby says, we went to Orlando as 2 and came back 3!
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