The First One
Before we headed to Texas for my grandmother's 90th birthday, we were suspicious that we may be on our way with #1. Alas, we took The Test and zip. Went to Texas, celebrated big birthday, came home.

On Friday, June 11, 1993, I went to the doctor for the annual check up and reported my suspicions of a possible pregnancy. How did I remember the date? It was our anniversary and we had the day off. Yeah, we spent it at a doctor's office and then going to see Jurassic Park. No, it isn't romantic. However, we don't see movies in the theaters often because we prefer to wait until they come out on video with captions. But I had read Michael Crichton's book, so I knew the story.

The doctor took a test, which was also negative. Before we left, the nurse took blood. We celebrated anniversary #4. Come Monday, I had a trip to Oklahoma City. On the way to the airport, I felt terrible. Didn't think anything of it since I had experienced it before.

Round 2
I had had a miscarriage between kid 1 and 2. So, I was a bit wary of the positive test with #2. The doctor asked me to come in earlier than normal for a check. I refused to believe anything until I heard it from him. Sonogram showed all was good, but I didn't want to celebrate until the second appointment.

Present Day
You can read about it here, here, and here.