So, once we found out I was pregnant, things kicked into a … higher … gear. Not necessarily high gear, because it’s just all so weird at first, but things definitely shift once you get a certain answer on a pee-covered stick.
Physically, we were still exhausted from being in NYC for Finals and emotionally exhausted from the OHSHITBABY realization that we were both having. There was only a momentary freak out, but it was still enough to set us back a little bit.
In response to all of that, my body responded with a violent sinus infection/cold, which I of course couldn’t take anything but Afrin for (Afrin, if you’re reading this, I’ll be your spokesperson). SO, I took 4 days that week off work and sat on the couch and thought about my life. I had to go to Memphis for more a cappella work the very next weekend, so I figured I didn’t want to be any sicker than I had to be for that trip, since we’d officially be in the hiding-a-baby phase of things.