The month of February was pretty crazy for us. We lost our beloved cat of nearly 13 years. We adopted another cat. And we found out that I'm pregnant.
Yes, you read that right. Pregnant.
Valentine's Day 2011 was truly unforgettable. I made the final decision that morning that it was time to give Calvin back to God. Then I took a pregnancy test that afternoon.
Let me just say that if you ever suspect you're pregnant, do not seek confirmation on the same day that you decide to have your beloved pet put down. I was so distressed and distraught over Calvin, and having a positive pregnancy test seemed like a cruel joke.
To say we were shocked is an understatement. I've never really gone into details here because 1) I didn't think it anyone's business, and 2) I didn't want people feeling sorry for me. I was told by a doctor back when I was in college and having some womanly troubles that it was unlikely I'd ever get pregnant. And I was okay with that. I hated babysitting when I was teenager. I always preferred animals to babies. Steven and I have been very happy without children. But most people have babies and truly don't understand that those of us without them truly can be okay with that, so I typically just didn't talk about it.
We've been married twelve-and-a-half years, and we'd never gotten pregnant in all that time. Not that we've tried; we just haven't prevented. All this time it looked like that doctor was right. And we were okay with that.
But I guess God decided we needed a new challenge in life. Leading a group of teens at church isn't enough, apparently. So now, we're expecting a baby.
And we're okay with that.