It's crazy to think I'm almost half way through this journey (WHAT?!!) and have yet to have shared this part of the pregnancy. (I did share the story over on Sweet Turtle Soup about a month ago, but I thought it'd be nice to have it documented here as well.)
Let me first back up a bit, and without going into too much detail, say that getting pregnant with M² did not happen as quickly or easily as with Marcus. I was by no means considered secondary infertile, nor did I experience any major problems. However, there were several months of waiting and wondering if something may possibly be wrong with me this time around. My heart goes out to anyone who is trying, or has tried, with unsuccessful results.
Fast forward to around Christmastime. After months and months of praying there was a glimmer of hope for an M² I went to Target on a whim and picked up a test. I had no clues or indications I was pregnant, I was just hoping the test would come back with a result that we'd been waiting for sometime to see.
The afternoon I picked up the test I came home to find both Scott and Marcus were soundly napping away. I slipped into the bathroom and waited the four agonizing minutes to see if there was one line, or two. To my delight two very faint lines appeared.
For two hours Marcus and Scott snoozed away while I held on to the sweet, sweet news myself. During those two hours I decided I wanted to find a semi-creative way to tell my guys our family was expanding.
That's where our Elf on the Shelf, Teu, came in to play.
Magically, on the day the test came back positive, Teu made a very rare day trip back to the North Pole for an early special delivery from Santa.
When Marcus and Scott woke I pointed out that Teu had something extra that hadn't been with him earlier in the day.
Marcus was encouraged to take the small gift off the tree and open it.
Marcus gladly obliged in the request.
Inside the package was a note from Santa.
While Marcus didn't really understand what was going on, the expression on Scott's face was truly priceless: disbelief, excitement, joy, and perhaps a bit of terror (?).
And the rest, as they say, is history.