Favored One

 First I want to thank you, my sweet friends and family, for your encouraging comments.  They have helped propel me into another week of pregnancy and further into that mythical 2nd trimester.  

Quick update: Over the past week the battle of feeling icky vs. feeling like normal has continued to wage.  Thankfully the good feelings win out 2 out of 3 days.  The 2 good days, 1 bad, routine has pretty much become the norm and I happily accept it.  Again, thank you dear friends.

Now onto about the 4th question* people ask when they find out I'm pregnant (*The top 3 are, in order, when are you due (July 30), how have you been feeling (icky but getting better), and do you know if its a boy or girl yet (nope but should soon!)): How did you tell Mr. Whimsy you were pregnant?

To begin, I must say my pregnancy was a surprise to both of us.  Right before Thanksgiving, I told the Mr. that I kind of thought I may be pregnant.  When I told him I was mostly joking... kind of like a empty threat (except it was not a threat but I can not think of a better word for it).  We both just shrugged it off and decided to play the wait and see game.  

A week later, on a Wednesday, I told him I really thought I may be pregnant.  We agreed to wait until Sunday and I would take a at-home pregnancy test.  I was pretty positive Mr. Whimsy completely forgot about it.  Meanwhile, it was on my mind non stop.  I was incredibly nervous, thinking there was no way possible we were ready to bring a Baby Whimsy into this world. My nerves were going non stop and I kept trying to convince myself that I was not pregnant.  

On the way to church Sunday I asked Mr. Whimsy if he was nervous or excited.  He responded with, "about what, church?"  I reminded him that today was the big day we found out.  He had forgotten...

I sat through church really nervous and distracted through the opening worship.  I distinctly remember biting my bottom lip thinking "God we are not ready for this... right?"  When Pastor Alan started talking I felt like he was talking directly to me.  

The service was on how the angel told Mary that she would bring Jesus into the world.  At first Mary was scared but the Bible verse says The angel went to her and said, "Greetings, you who are highly favored! The Lord is with you. (Luke 1:28, NIV).  Pastor Alan* went on to talk about how God finds favor in his children and we can find comfort in that.

As soon as I heard this I felt an incredible peace for the first time in over a week and I knew that pregnant or not, Mr. Whimsy and I would be okay and God had a plan for our family.  (I mean really, how could you not feel at peace knowing that God finds favor in you?!?!?!).

After lunch we picked up lunch and went home to take THE TEST.  Except the test (i.e. its results) was not nearly as intimidating as it was a mere 2 hours earlier.  

Around 1pm on Sunday, December 8 we found out together that I was indeed pregnant.  It was a very happy and surreal moment for us.  I kept reminding myself that we were favored and all would be ok.  

We promised each other we would not tell anyone (including our parents) until we had gone to the Dr to get the pregnancy confirmed/get more information and we could tell each sets of parents in person within a short time of telling the other set of parents.  

Now I must give Mr. Whimsy mad props because unbeknownst to me, he had been calling around to hospitals, doctors, (even a birthing center) etc. to gather all the information so that I would not be stressed in finding a good doctor etc.  I think it was Tuesday night when I found out he had done so much legwork.  I was a happy wife to say the least.

Later that week the doctor confirmed I was about 8 weeks pregnant and I had armloads of information to digest in the coming weeks/days.

Needless to say it was a very exciting time for us and it was hard to keep it a secret until we saw both sets of our parents in person (about a week later we told them).  It was really hard keeping it a secret from everyone but it was also really fun knowing we had that between the two of us.

I still get pretty nervous at times but I try and remind myself that this child is a gift from God and His (God's) timing is all that matters.  

I really want to make/ask a real artist to paint something like this for Baby Whimsy's room once I know if its going to be a boy or girl (this is a really rough sketch):

To wrap things up (finally) I am sorry for another long post, I thank you for your support and prayers, and I will be back with an update soon!  


Pastor Alan is the preacher at The Ark Church in Conroe.  As I have blogged about before, Mr. Whimsy and I LOVE this church and invite all of friends in the area to join us on Sunday for a casual, inspiration service (plus they have GREAT kids programs).