It seems like just yesterday that I took that pregnancy test, knowing it would come back positive this time.  I waited for Canean to leave for work and then immediately took the test. That day was one of the longest days of my life waiting for him to come home that afternoon.  We had been trying for a while with no luck, so I wanted it to be a surprise.  He came home rattling on about something with a house in Texas that we were thinking about buying at the time and I thought he would never let me get a word in!  Finally I interrupted and told him I had a surprise.  I made him close his eyes, and gave him a piece of paper on it where I told him in a not so obvious way that he would be dad.  We both cried, were in shock, and felt incredibly grateful that God would give us this gift.  Fast forward to 9 months later and we are two weeks and two days from baby boy's due date and it all seems so surreal to me.