WARNING: AWKWARD "TIME OF THE MONTH" INFO.
PERIOD.
PERIOD.
You're welcome (:
I thought that I would share with you (what I can remember) the story of when I found out I pregnant.
I will staaaart with: girls camp.
I love girls camp sooooo so so so much!
Especially in my stake (Sacramento Cordova Stake.)
I've gone through all my girls camp years in this stake, and it has a special place in my heart.
So when they asked me to be a COOKIE at girls camp of 2013, I could NOT say no (even if I was a brand new-newly wed)!
For those of you who don't want to know about my "time of the month"--skip this paragraph and go straight to--actually, this is basically the whole story.
No skippy for you! Unless you just want to stop reading. Which is cool too.
Anyway...
I've always been regular. I could always count on the exact day when I would start AND end.
To the exact hour. Hahaha, I'm just kidding. Just trying to freak you guys out.
I was always on time. No surprises for me!
I was up at girls camp working as a cookie the first week of July (1st-6th).
I was suppose to "start" July 3rd (Wednesday) and I was prepared. Like I always am.
I went through the day waiting. And waiting. And waiting for mother nature.
I figured because I was a newly wed *cough cough* my body was like, umm, I have know idea what's going on.
I figured mother nature was just running a little late.
I went to bed that night thinking, "It'll come tomorrow, Sabrina, maybe you're...off."
Didn't even think twice about it.
The next day (Thursday) I waited.
I knew it was going to come anytime now!
It had to.
But it didn't.
And Thursday night, laying in my tent after a long day in the kitchen, I cried.
I cried and cried.
There is just something about figuring out that you are growing a human being.
You know?
Heh, it's kind of a big life changer and a huge responsibility.
And I've never been a parent before, so like, what to do?
I thought about Chris.
We have no idea what we're doing. We're still kids.
We're going to become old boring parents.
I don't want to be an old boring parent! I'll be a hip parent.
A cool parent.
No I won't! I'll be a parent who still listens to music that was cool when I was young.
When I was young?!
What am I saying?!
I thought and thought and thought.
How am I going to tell Chris? I'll wait a couple more weeks before I tell him.
I became home sick and I needed to get home!
My younger sister Sophia who was up at camp with me (as a girl, not a Cookie) got a really bad sunburn and was having an uncomfortable time sleeping in a sleeping bag.
Yes! She's not feeling good, I'll take her home early!
Yayayayayayayayay!
That became the plan. Instead of leaving Saturday noonish, we'll leave Friday night after campfire!
And we did.
We packed up and the drive home was FOREVER.
How do we get out of these woods?!
It's a long dark dirt road out of the camp to get back to the paved road.
Did I mention it was pitch black.
You guys, we were L-I-T-E-R-A-L-L-Y screaming and trying hard not to pee ourselves.
We kept thinking that we were seeing things and that if we slowed down enough someone was going to get us.
I also think that I was trying to keep my mind of other things.
But I couldn't help myself from thinking about things.
All the way home I thought about when I would tell Chris and how.
How and when?
When and how?
I remember seeing all these cute idea's on Pinterest on women telling their husbands and I decided would do it one of those ways.
Wait a few days, and do it that way.
That is what I'll do.
I dropped Sophia off and I drove home.
I completely forgot that Chris couldn't read my mind (couldn't, people, he can now.)
He had no idea I was coming home early.
I parked in our drive way.
I carried my bag over my shoulder to the front door, unlocked the door, and walked in.
I dropped my bag.
Chris had fallen asleep on our giant bean bag (LoveSac) in the living room.
He woke and said, "You're home early."
I went and cuddled next to him.
I looked him in the eyes, and I threw all those Pinterest idea's out the window:
"I'm pregnant."
It's so much fun thinking back on this while The Little One is in the other room sleeping.
She is my favorite person in the whole world.
Rini stuck her hand in Scarlett's mouth, and Scarlett was like, "Oh, okay."
And then their Mom's had to ruin the fun and stop them.
Trade you clothes?
Babies are so much fun!
Come over to my house and you'll see!
Love you all and thanks for reading!
Sabrina
I figured mother nature was just running a little late.
I went to bed that night thinking, "It'll come tomorrow, Sabrina, maybe you're...off."
Didn't even think twice about it.
The next day (Thursday) I waited.
I knew it was going to come anytime now!
It had to.
But it didn't.
And Thursday night, laying in my tent after a long day in the kitchen, I cried.
I cried and cried.
There is just something about figuring out that you are growing a human being.
You know?
Heh, it's kind of a big life changer and a huge responsibility.
And I've never been a parent before, so like, what to do?
I thought about Chris.
We have no idea what we're doing. We're still kids.
We're going to become old boring parents.
I don't want to be an old boring parent! I'll be a hip parent.
A cool parent.
No I won't! I'll be a parent who still listens to music that was cool when I was young.
When I was young?!
What am I saying?!
I thought and thought and thought.
How am I going to tell Chris? I'll wait a couple more weeks before I tell him.
I became home sick and I needed to get home!
My younger sister Sophia who was up at camp with me (as a girl, not a Cookie) got a really bad sunburn and was having an uncomfortable time sleeping in a sleeping bag.
Yes! She's not feeling good, I'll take her home early!
Yayayayayayayayay!
That became the plan. Instead of leaving Saturday noonish, we'll leave Friday night after campfire!
And we did.
We packed up and the drive home was FOREVER.
How do we get out of these woods?!
It's a long dark dirt road out of the camp to get back to the paved road.
Did I mention it was pitch black.
You guys, we were L-I-T-E-R-A-L-L-Y screaming and trying hard not to pee ourselves.
We kept thinking that we were seeing things and that if we slowed down enough someone was going to get us.
I also think that I was trying to keep my mind of other things.
But I couldn't help myself from thinking about things.
All the way home I thought about when I would tell Chris and how.
How and when?
When and how?
I remember seeing all these cute idea's on Pinterest on women telling their husbands and I decided would do it one of those ways.
Wait a few days, and do it that way.
That is what I'll do.
I dropped Sophia off and I drove home.
I completely forgot that Chris couldn't read my mind (couldn't, people, he can now.)
He had no idea I was coming home early.
I parked in our drive way.
I carried my bag over my shoulder to the front door, unlocked the door, and walked in.
I dropped my bag.
Chris had fallen asleep on our giant bean bag (LoveSac) in the living room.
He woke and said, "You're home early."
I went and cuddled next to him.
I looked him in the eyes, and I threw all those Pinterest idea's out the window:
"I'm pregnant."
It's so much fun thinking back on this while The Little One is in the other room sleeping.
She is my favorite person in the whole world.
And Chris is the best "cool" Dad in the world.
He makes being a parent look easy.
Yup, he's not afraid to carry around the pink flowery diaper bag.
Scarlett is Serena's older cousin by like, 5 weeks. (;
Scarlett and Rini (Serena's nickname, pronounced 'ree-knee') are bff's.Rini stuck her hand in Scarlett's mouth, and Scarlett was like, "Oh, okay."
And then their Mom's had to ruin the fun and stop them.
Trade you clothes?
Babies are so much fun!
Come over to my house and you'll see!
Love you all and thanks for reading!
Sabrina
