Yesterday I woke up in a panic. It was the Lemeiux family reunion and we planned on having crab legs for dinner at my parents' house afterward. For some reason I just had this feeling that I may be pregnant. So I went to the store to pick up a pregnancy test to ease my wandering mind.
As it turns out, my intuition was right - the pregnancy test came out positive and I started freaking out. I called my mom and asked if she would mind bringing the girls to the family reunion and I would meet her there (not mentioning what I had just found out, of course). I dropped the girls off and headed right up to my doctor's office.
As luck would have it, the doctor on call was Mike Sampson. I just laughed. Mike is a close friend - he had been my doctor since I was in middle school. In fact, he was my entire family's doctor (my parents, brother, and grandparents).
So I went in and peed in the infamous cup and went back to the waiting room ... to wait.
A few minutes later the door opened, and when I looked up, I knew that I was pregnant. Standing there in the doorway was Mike, not the nurse. When I reached him, all I could say was, "I know I'm pregnant." He just smiled.
But when I got in the exam room, I started crying. I didn't know what to think: this certainly wasn't planned and I had no idea what Derrick would think or say. To say the least, I was scared.
I left the doctor's office, went home to shower and collect myself, then headed off to Washington (the town, not state) for the family reunion. I did not say a word to anyone. I wanted to tell Derrick first, and he was working.
Now you would think that when he was done work that afternoon, I would have told him, right? Nope. We headed back to my parents' house for dinner and I tried to pretend like my mind was not racing a million miles a minute.
I don't know why, but I just couldn't even bring myself to tell him when we got back to the house last night. I laid awake all night scared to death about what Derrick would say and think.
This afternoon I asked my mom if the girls could stay with her while I drove Derrick back home (to Barre). We dropped the girls off, but instead of heading back to Barre, I told Derrick that we were taking a detour first. I drove him up the the bike path on the mountain road and told him we needed to go for a walk.
We walked hand in hand, all the while I was trying not to cry. I knew exactly where I wanted to tell him - there was a bench not too far from the parking lot with a perfect view of the mountain. When we got to the bench, we sat and I just stared at the mountain ... then I started to cry.
He must have thought I had lost it ... but before I told him, I wanted to know where our relationship stood and where he saw it heading in the future. I wanted to know that if our future was to be together, that it wasn't because of the baby.
After hearing what I had hoped he would say, I was hystarically crying. Derrick was holding me and asking what was wrong. Finally somehow I was able to muster up enough to say, "I'm pregnant!"
What came next was not at all what I had expected he would say. He asked me if it was a monkey? Or an alien? I said no to each, and he said, "So why are you so upset?"
Hello?!!? Did you just hear what I said, I'm pregnant!
As fate would have it, at that very moment this little girl riding her bike crashed and without hesitation, Derrick ran over to her and helped her up. I knew at that moment that everything was going to be okay.
Some of the best things in life are those you are not expecting.
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