It goes on and on and on and on.....

So, after the shocking Gray's Anatomy style diagnosis of "child" - sadly, we did not go onto hiatus for the rest of the summer, rather, we went to work.

And then, that Friday, what did we do? That's right, went to Indy for the weekend for my mom's birthday, where Jess got to hone her now needed fake drinking skills. The water in a Bud Light bottle carried the day.

We laughed and laughed about how good Jess was feeling and how she couldn't be pregnant on the drive down to Indy.

Then Monday morning she threw up in the shower. This is pretty much what happened for the next 3 weeks.

The following Friday, October 3rd, we went in for an ultra sound....we were told not to expect to hear a heartbeat yet. However, that prediction was wrong, as we heard the heartbeat that day. Talk about another step towards feeling "real." Wow.

At that point, the baby was the size of the Blueberry. Hence, the in utero name.

We actually had picked out the name "Maybe," but for some reason it wasn't sticking. We figured we'd go with Maybe for a couple reasons. One, we're not learning the sex of the baby, so it "may be" a boy or it "may be" a girl. Second, we found out that Jess' due date is May 25, so it's a May baby (I'll give you a second......waiting......waiting......look at it again......there we are). Third, the obvious Arrested Development reference (for the three of you reading who watched.

But, like I said, we started going with blueberry and it seemed more organic (pun intended) than forced, so that's what it is. We're well aware that blueberry is going to be a heck of alot bigger than a blueberry in the end, thus we should probably consider the name Violet Beauregarde.

Ok....so here's the situation....

Alright...where were we?

That's right, we were at the "holy crap, are you kidding me point" of the story. I continue.

Anyway, Jess then proceeded to take two more pregnancy tests over the next 12 hours, and oddly enough, they didn't change the result. In fact, on one of them, she even saw the line. It was a big step.

So, needless to say, a call to her girl parts doctor was now in order. Jess went there first thing in the morning and got her blood taken, we then had to wait 36 hours for the results. Surreal to say the least. During that time, we went to the dentist. After mucho google-ing and talking to Jess' doctor, we were able to learn that she was fine to get a cleaning, but that she couldn't get X-rays. So, the first people to know we were pregnant? That's right, the fine people at the Dental Salon! Of course.

(So, there I am, less than 24 hours after an earth-altering discovery, having to answer the question "are you excited?" from a dental hygienist. Odd.)

Anyway, as you can probably guess by now, the next day we got the call from the doctor confirming the "diagnosis" - which was "child".

Where it began. I cant begin to knowin.

So, despite the fact that I'm writing this in early to mid October, there's alot of stuff to catch all-ya-all up on.

First, let's talk about how baby's are made. When two people love eachother very much....oh. You guys know this? Oh. In fact most of you have kids? Oh, then I guess we can skip ahead.

So, as many of you know, we were expecting this to all take a while, we sort of figured, hey, we'll start the process, we'll start looking into fertility options once the new year hits, we'll start looking into adoption, etc. So, the process started, but with no real hope.

That being said, and being the responsible pre-parents we are, since we were going to the dentist, and because Jess was a little late, we figured, ok, sure, let's take a pregnancy test. So, on September 22, 2008, after polishing off our Taco Bell (all organic, all the time, that's us), we (ok, as an aside, I'll probably use the term "we" alot in this blog, I'm well well aware that I'm pulling right around .03% of the weight of this whole thing right now, but for some reason, pride still allows me to use the we....in other words, feel free to substitute in Jess at any point).

Anyway, as we sat there with How I Met Your Mother on the DVR paused and a Taco Bell napkin covering the pee stick, we pulled it back and were shocked by what we found. Sort of.

In a true "movie" moment, we couldn't figure out if the stick was showing two lines or not. I immediately said, yep, that's two lines, no question, oh my gosh. Jess wasn't quite as convinced. I then showed her the part of the test instructions that said "the second line might be faint, but if there is any second line, congratulations, you're about to have a bowling ball sized human in your lower ab region. Good luck with that." (or something along those lines). Needless to say, Jess did not believe it, which is when the internet came out. After doing some brief research, including a process of elimination, we discovered that Jess was either pregnant or had testicular cancer. We were both leaning towards the former.

In the next update.......the next couple of weeks.

Seven Weeks In....and I'm starting the blog....

I'll catch you up on the last couple of weeks along the way, but right now, Jess is feeling like crap, the Blueberry is about the size of, well, a blueberry and we're still in a state of shock.