How it all went down.

I will never, ever forget my sweet hubby's reaction

when I blind-sided him with the news.

Keep in mind.

There was no trying for a baby involved.

The opposite actually.

But sometimes you just have a little too much Sweet Tea Vodka, okay?

I woke up on December 29th.

Nothing unusual.

Except for the fact that I had an odd "feeling" that I was pregnant.

(Really, it was mostly because everyone and their sister seemed to be getting pregnant,

and I freaked out a little.)

I ran out to Target.

Grabbed a pregnancy test.

Boom.

Positive.

No reaction on my part because I simply didn't believe it.

I mean, the blue line was blurry.

Clearly it was a manufacturer's error.

Drank a glass of water.

Peed again.

Boom.

Another positive.

Began to sweat a little.

Ran out to Walgreens.

Grabbed the most expensive test I could find.

$35.00 later,

and the word PREGNANT is staring back at me.

In big.bold.black.letters.

I can't even remember the feelings I had.

Don't think I really had any.

Just total shock.

And disbelief.

So.

I called my doctor.

Spoke with a nurse.

Yammered on and on about how I thought I might be pregnant.

Told her about my 3 tests.

She said, "Honey, you're definitely pregnant".

I said, "Well, I'm on Christmas break and can come in right now for you to double-check".

She laughed and said that was unnecessary.

2 minutes later,

she's congratulating me and giving me a due date.

This was all going too fast for me.

Then, my next move was the most logical one I could think of.

I made my second phone call.

I rang The Bride Room, a local Nashville Tennessee bridal boutique, where I ordered a bridesmaid dress for my best friend's wedding just 10 days before.

I wanted to make sure they knew I probably wouldn't fit into my dress in April.

Clearly, that's what everyone does when they find out they're pregnant.

And I was obviously thinking rationally.

Then, I waited.

And waited.

For 6 hours until my husband got home.

Hubby finally gets home.

He walks in.

Sits on the couch.

And we talk about our days.

Per usual.

I then blurt out, "Your last Christmas present came today."

He gets a cute look on his face...excited I got him something else.

Little did he know...

So, he opens up his little Christmas box.

And he just stares.

Silently.

For about a minute.

He looks up at me completely confused.

My darn pregnancy test had gone blank in the last hour.

So, I softly say, "I'm pregnant".

His face turns white as a ghost.

More silence.

Followed by a lot of sentence fragments and mumbles.

"I'm so con..."

"Wait, what?"

"I don't under..."

"HOLY."

So, I finally chime in.

I ask, "Are you mad?"

My shocked hubs jumps up and says of course not and gave me a giant hug and kiss.

Then he went back to silently staring for awhile.

It didn't really hit us until the next morning.

Just needed a day to sort through our total shock.

It didn't take long for us to completely and utterly fall in love with our little bean!

A reenactment of the sequence of events.

As told by a 10 second camera self-timer.