Every happy story has a beginning...and this one does too...

"Congratulations!"  The doctor thought she was talking to me, but really she was giving Darwin a high five.  I wasn't trying to get pregnant, so why was I being congratulated?  I had been thwarted by my own biological imperative.  I wouldn't normally advocate for any type of video surveillance in a gyno office, but I would have paid good money to seen the face I made when I got that little gem of news dropped into my lap.  Of course, my husband was at work and blissfully unaware that our lives were forever changed from that moment on. I was, however, met with a pretty spectacular moment of silence on the phone when I broke the news to him from the doctor's parking lot. We decided to take the rest of the day off and proceeded to sit like zombies on the couch pondering the meaning of life, the meaning of poverty, and the inevitable lack of sleep we would endure for what seemed a looming eternity times infinity plus one. SO yeah, finding out that I was pregnant was a bit of a surprise for us both, but I can imagine my little selfish genes are winking while saying, "told you so!"