After 9 hours of flying, we were ecstatic to be back on the east coast and home with the puppies. Brandon was cooking dinner while I began the unpacking process (I packed way more clothes than I wore, yet forgot my Winter coat). Almost routinely, I took a pregnancy test before getting too involved with the Tide and fabric softener. Two lines. Two lines. Pregnant. Pregnant. We are having a baby?!?! My heart beat from my chest as Brandon announced dinner was ready. Frozen in time, I called him upstairs and placed his hand on my heart. His eyes widened and an internal, wordless exchange took place. "Are we pregnant?" Brandon asked. A smile was painted across my face with permanent marker. "Well, Dinner is ready. Let's celebrate!" And like that, our world will never be the same.
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