We were on our way back from Nashville, TN, after the beautiful wedding of my sister (in law) Mackenzie.
At the time, we were a family of three:
And everything was wonderful.
As we approached Columbus, I commented to Jon that I felt "off." I thought maybe it was just car-sickness, but I just felt SO weird.
When we got home, we decided to have a low-key night and watch a movie. I sent Jon to the local Walgreen's for a Redbox movie and brownie mix. I needed brownies you see.
While little Emerson was crawling around upstairs, I remembered that I had old pregnancy tests in my bathroom cabinet.
And then something clicked.
I thought to myself: "Self, are you pregnant? No, I can't be pregnant. No way."
But to assure myself that I wasn't pregnant, I decided to take a test anyway. I barely had time to get it unwrapped before I needed to chase after Emerson, so I just left it on the counter and went after my little monster.
10 minutes later, I remembered it, and came back to the bathroom, fully expecting to see a stark white negative.
But I didn't. Two lines. I was pregnant.
So Jon gets home from his brownie/movie excursion, and I tried to give Emerson the test to give to him. But she kept trying to put it in her mouth. Gross. So I was just like, "JUST TAKE IT FROM HER" and he was all like "WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?" and I'm all like "YOU KNOW WHAT IT MEANS" and he's like "WE'RE HAVING ANOTHER BABY???" and I'm like "WE'RE HAVING ANOTHER BABY!!!!"
And here we are, one year later.
I can't imagine a world without this sweet, beautiful, happy little girl.