We came back from visiting Mr. Woo's family the evening of Christmas day, so we didn't open gifts until December 26th (well, I did receive part of my gift early), which was fine. We didn't want to lug our gifts on top of all of the gifts for family.
So we had a little merry time of opening gifts and telling the stories that went with each thought-induced gift. My gifts, apparently, were still on the way. Later I learned (the way I wasn't supposed to) that my generous hubby bought me a few lovelies from the wishlist I had compiled.
Oh, wait. Before all of this had happened. We did get one special gift in the morning.
About a week prior, I decided to take a test. This time around I had a little problem: I had peed everything out but the test strip didn't get wet at all. I'm not sure why, but I announced this to Mr. Woo, who then suggested that I dunk the strip in the toilet bowl. This should have been my cue to say, "Husband, that's a great idea, however, I don't think that's how these tests work." Instead, I shrugged my shoulders and dipped the thing in the water. Of course, it came back negative. So off I went thinking I couldn't be preggers.
The morning after we returned from our trip I still wasn't feeling well, a constant carsick feeling, so Mr. Woo suggested I take another test. So I sit on the porcelain throne and proceed to say, "But I took one last week, and it said I'm not." Just as I was lifting it up to show him and prove my point, I was silenced. He then asked which mark would indicate a positive result because before I could utter the words "a plus sign" one had clearly popped up. "That looks like a cross to me... You're pregnant." Oh.my.goodness.
This is not what was supposed to happen! I had been planning my show-and-tell for years now. I was supposed to find out first and then prepare a delicious meal consisting of baby back ribs, baby carrots, and baby spinach. Then, I would direct my unsuspecting husband to the other side of the kitchen to reveal a bun sitting in an oven. And because he wouldn't understand what I was trying to say, I was going to give him a pancake that said "Dad" on it and show him the stick as evidence. But being the wonderful husband that he is, Mr. Woo lovingly reminded me that how we find out was not what was important. He was right.
So there you have it, folks. We are so, very excited to tell our church family. But since our last few members meetings have been getting canceled, we've had to wait a bit. We want people to hear the good news directly from us (c'mon it's our first baby!), but as I'm learning, things don't always go as planned. This next members meeting is going to be a big one. Let's just say I'm #10 out of 13 for this new year - that I know of.