May 3, 2008

Most people probably remember May 3, 2008 as a Saturday, and maybe more specifically, as the day of the 2008 Kentucky Derby. For us, it's the day we got pregnant.

It was pretty much a perfect day. We were in Palm Beach, FL for one of my husband's friend's weddings - we spent the day exploring the city of Palm Beach, enjoying the sun on a gorgeous, sandy beach, and then hopped on a trolley to attend a memorable wedding at a sculpture garden. The reception was back at the Colony Hotel and was a lot of fun , complete with drunken dancing and watching the dynamics of the five single people at our table decide who was going to end up snogging with whom (in the end, the old, balding, mustached stockbroker lost out).

We woke up the next day and went to brunch with the rest of the wedding goers thinking nothing big had happened. Yes, we were trying to get pregnant and yes that Saturday should have been around the right time, but did we think we'd had anything more than a good time? Definitely not. We were hoping that I was as fertile as Jamie Lynn Spears and as lucky as a leprechaun, but you don't go into trying to get pregnant with a huge amount of confidence. We just wanted to make sure that the process stayed fun and what would be would be. Luckily for us, a fun and relaxing weekend in Florida resulted in my current delicate situation :-)