Next up: the Links. After we had stopped off at the neighborhood Kroger to pick up some celebratory sparking cider, I sent my mother the picture of the pregnancy test via text. A few minutes later, she called back. I was given strict instructions by Hosea NOT to pick up the phone, and it was killing me. I wanted to pick up and say "Giiiirrrrlll, can you believe it?!" But alas, we arrived at the house, rang the bell, and my mother answered the door screaming, which, according to my father, she had been doing for the last five minutes. My mom and dad hugged and congratulated us both. Mom teared up, no big surprise there. And as we carried on casual small talk about the covered back porch they were building, my brother, and the latest news, and we all just breathed in the moment, really--the excitement palpable.
And it's really been non-stop smiles, laughs and hugs ever since. Our faces have been in a constant grin since early July. I appreciate the love and good feelings that Baby Gibbs is evoking even though he hasn't yet arrived. Notice I said he...more on that later. I'm 9 weeks tomorrow, and ever so grateful to experience this miracle in the making.
Next post: the first doctor's visit! Stay tuned...