finding out

Let's just say that baby Rigdon was quite the surprise! I had been feeling sick to my stomach for a couple of weeks, and finally Micah told me that I should go to the doctor. We thought that maybe I had an ulcer...

So I went in and the doctor did all the poking and asking questions. When he asked if there was a chance I was pregnant, I said that I supposed there was... so he had a pregnancy test done in the mix of all the other blood tests. I heard him tell the receptionist to make me an appointment with an x-ray clinic to check for an ulcer, but to make certain the test results had come back negative for pregnancy...

Fast forward to Monday- I spent the day climbing up and down scaffolding, painting the new offices at church, waiting for the phone call. At 2:00, the office calls me with an appointment time for the x-ray clinic. I make the assumption (NEVER assume with a doctor office) that this means that they have received the results and I wasn't pregnant. So I call Micah... tell everyone at the office... "No baby! Just an ulcer..." And I went about my day, putting the idea of a baby out of my mind. Then, at 4:50, my phone rings again- the doctor's office number again. I answered the phone, and the conversation went something like this:

DOCTOR- "Is this Stephanie?"
ME- "Yes..."
DOCTOR- "We've cancelled your appointment for Wednesday. We got your test results back, and they show that you are pregnant."
ME- (long pause...) "WHAT!?!!" (this said in a very high pitched voice...)
DOCTOR- "Did you know?"
ME- "NO!" (again, incredibly high pitched)
DOCTOR- "Well... congratulations..."
ME- "Thanks..."

and I hung up the phone, grabbed my stuff and ran out of the office. I'm sure the poor receptionist thought she had given me the worst news EVER... I was really just in the biggest shock EVER.

After I left the office, I tried and tried to call Micah, but of course, his cell phone was dead. I called Marcy and told her the news and she calmed me down enough to actually drive home and park the car. I paced the kitchen until I finally heard Micah's car in the garage. I threw open the door and saw Micah walking out to the curb. Again, another funny conversation:

ME- "MICAH... What are you doing?!!!"
MICAH- "getting the trash can..."
ME- "WELL... get up here."
...so Micah puts the trash can up and runs up to the door...
ME- "We're having a baby... The doctor called and I'm pregnant..."
MICAH- "awesome..."

Then we both walked around in shock for the next few hours... ate dinner with Bryan and Natalie... and then I attempted Bible study. The reality has finally set in and we are beyond excited. There are other funny stories of telling people, but I will save that for another day.