And then we'll be 3!

Casey had a lousy birthday back in November...it was on Sunday (which is lousy all in itself, but beside the point) - I woke up sick, sicker than sick! I didnt make him breakfast, I didnt get out of bed to go to church or to try and entertain him, I didnt give him his present...nice...Happy 26th babe!
We did make it to his moms for dinner though (barely) - After much complaining about it, Casey said "You never act like this when you are sick! We're going to stop and get you a pregnancy test." I didnt really think much about it, because to top off every flu symptom - I was having serious 'menstrual crapms'. But we did stop at Walmart on the way to Casey's parents, I had a roll and didnt enjoy any birthday cake...and then we headed home. Once we got home, I headed straight to the bathroom so I could quickly jump back into bed, I took a magazine in there with me so I could wait to see what the ‘result’ was.
Here is a play by play – and even more information than you wanted to know (;
I unwrapped the test, took a seat, peed on the stick, set it on the counter, opened my magazine, looked back at the test (just to see if it was working – it said it would flash if it was) and BAM!!!
“PREGNANT”
Not even 25 seconds had passed and there it was!
Casey knocked on the bathroom door and said “hey, did you take that test in there with you?”
Still in shock I choked out “yep.”
I shouldn’t have been surprised, we had been trying for quite some time – but after getting “Not Pregnant” month after month, you kind of expect that same answer.
After starring at the test for like 3 minutes, wiping away my tears and trying to get a hold of my composure, I placed the cap back on the test – And headed back to the bedroom with “PREGNANT” in my hand.
Casey was lying in bed, I flipped on the lights and waited for him to ask.
He did, “SOOOOO???”
I just handed him the stick. His jaw dropped, his eyes widened and he quickly sat up and exclaimed, (sorry Pam, but he was excited) “Are you shitin’ me???” Not “shitin” in a bad way (you have to know Casey, he doesn’t swear very often, in fact he only does it when he is SUPER excited about something…or, a little slip out on the soccer field).
He jumped up and wisped me off my feet – we were and are ecstatic!
I'm 12 weeks pregnant and Baby Van Wagoner is due July 24th!

So...Casey ended up not having a bad birthday after all!!!