The Hoffman Hood: We're adding a leaf to our family tree!

So, if y'all haven't noticed... (and if you've been around me, you should have noticed.) I've been baby hungry for QUITE a while now. Every time I saw a cute baby (aka ALL of them), I would get wide eyes and turn to Spencer and proclaim, "BABIES."

We had recently been to a baby blessing for one of Spencer’s cousins on Sunday, May 5th. Holding a newborn baby did NOT help my baby hunger. Additionally, I had been feeling a little defeated as nothing was going as planned. I had a few genealogy companies I wanted to work for post graduation. But I was told from one company that they don’t hire new grads as contractors. Then another didn't have any contractor openings listed on their website anymore. I also found out that the volunteer work I wanted to do during the summer wouldn’t be ready until potentially Fall semester. On top of all that, I really wasn't sure what to do with my future as nothing seemed to be falling in place for me.

The next day (the day before our anniversary) I was blubbering to Spencer as we were laying in bed late at night. Having kids, Spencer’s promotion, and going to Tonga seemed to be all connected. We didn’t want to go to Tonga until we've moved out of our apartment. But Spencer also wanted to get at least three months in his new position before we head to Tonga. Unfortunately, the promotion had been pushed back over and over again since February. The fact that I have to get monthly check ups later on in the pregnancy made it harder to figure out when it was the right time to go to Tonga. But it seemed to be a once in a lifetime opportunity to go before we have kids. Nothing seemed right.

I had been struggling to fall asleep as I had been thinking about everything. So to nip things in the bud, I remembered I had a pregnancy test in a drawer next to my bed. I expected it to say negative as I had only been off birth control for a little less than 5 weeks. It was probably around 1:45 am (on our "anniversary") when I was shocked as I saw the “+” sign on the pregnancy test.

I was thrilled, and I couldn’t believe it. I ran and woke up Spencer, telling him that I needed to show him something. He winced at the bright light of my cell phone screen as I was trying to show him the positive pregnancy test. Spencer asked me how accurate the test was, and then I realized that it expired last November.

I became a little disheartened realizing the potential inaccuracy of the result. As we went back to bed and I started to search how accurate expired pregnancy tests were. The majority of the articles told me that they weren’t very accurate at all, and that I needed to take another pregnancy test to see if I was pregnant or not. I contemplated getting dressed and going straight to Walmart since I was wide awake. I wasn’t able to fall asleep until 3am.

I asked my boss if I could come in another day as I was feeling sick, as I thought Spencer gave me his cold that he had over the weekend. He agreed and I thought about going to Walmart early that morning. But I thought to myself that I wouldn’t be able to fall asleep after the second test, so I forced myself to go back asleep as I was very sleep deprived.

When I got up, I was in the car within ten minutes. I kept telling myself that I shouldn’t expect to be pregnant and that it doesn’t make sense. I tried to be calm and expect a "negative" or "not pregnant" response. I grabbed the pregnancy tests and made my way home.

The three minutes of waiting for the results were the longest three minutes of my LIFE.

When I saw the word “Pregnant” staring back at me, I couldn’t believe it. I wanted to tell Spencer right away, as I told him the night previous that I needed to take another one to make sure it was accurate. I texted him, “Call me when you get the chance?”, and “Like, ASAPish” when I was getting impatient two minutes later.

After doing some dishes I called him, and he told me he was in the car with his coworkers on the way to lunch. “Did you get my texts?” He said no, and that I was on speaker phone because he was going to go look at what the texts said. “....I’ll call back later.” Longest time of my life!

So he finally called back and I said something along the lines of “Remember how I took an expired pregnancy test last night, and I said that I was going to have to take another one to confirm? Well, I’m looking at this pregnancy test, and it’s looking back at me with “Pregnant” on it.” Spencer says “Wow, that’s big news!”

*We no believe it!

We continue to converse for a while about certain things, but we were still shocked about it all. After that, I continued my internet diving of what I should be expecting and found out that the sickness I had felt previously was not from Spencer’s cold, but morning sickness. Fuuuunnnn.