About Us

After almost an entire semester of having lunch and study hall together every day, Brandon told me he would pick me up after a girls basketball game to go hang out with friends afterwards. Our first real date was on December 15, 2001- we went Christmas shopping and then hung out at his mom’s house. Of course, I told one of our mutual friends that I was starting to have feelings for him, and when I was on vacation the week before, our friend had spilled to Brandon. So, that night of our first date, Brandon asked me if that was true, and then asked me to be his girlfriend. I was elated.

Senior Prom

We did the long distance thing when he went an hour away to college, and then I went 45 minutes away to college. Fast forward to November 22, 2006- after almost 5 years of dating, Brandon proposed out in the field where we want to build a house one day.

We planned our wedding for our 6 year anniversary, December 15, 2007. 

It snowed 6 inches on our wedding day, but it was the perfect beginning to our new lives together. 

Soon after the hubs and I got married, we knew we couldn’t wait to start a family! Fortunately, we decided to finish up some home renovation projects before we added to our family. That list of projects? New siding, new windows, new doors, and addition, and a new roof- just to name a few! Good thing we waited.

While on vacation over Labor Day weekend, 2008, I told Brandon that I was ready to start our family. We were hoping to have a December 2009-January 2010 baby, because winters are Brandon’s slow time. Little did we know the surprise that God had in store. Just a mere 7 weeks after kicking the pill to the curb, I was pregnant. And I didn’t know until I was already 6 weeks along.

After feeling crummy at approximately 4 weeks along, I took a home pregnancy test. Nothing. 10 days later? Another home test. Another BFN. After going 60 days with no cycle, I called my OB and she ordered some blood work, which I had done on a Friday. Saturday we left for Las Vegas for a convention with my parents and brother. I thought nothing of the blood work, and had no idea what Monday morning would have in store for us.

Monday morning I woke up to a voicemail from the nurse at my OB’s office, asking me to call her back so we could discuss the results of my blood work. So, I called, left a message, and waited. As we were getting ready to walk out the door to the convention’s welcome breakfast, my phone rang (as my mom was standing in our doorway) and the nurse says “Julie? We have the results of your blood work. You tested positive for pregnancy.”

Cue the crickets.

“Are you serious?” I asked. Oh, and as I asked this, I simultaneously shut the door in my mom’s face. She heard every word. Not exactly how I had EVER planned telling my parents that they were going to be grandparents, but in all actuality, I had no choice.

“Yes! Congratulations! When can you come in for another round of blood work? We need to get it scheduled so we know how far along you are.” The nurse was still talking, but I wasn’t really listening. I walked over to Brandon as I hung up the phone with the nurse and said “I’m pregnant!” He was stunned, but completely thrilled, and embraced me for a few seconds. I then realized that I had left my mom outside of our door.

We called our immediately families that day, but waited until we returned from Vegas to tell a lot of other people. At 8 weeks, we had our first ultrasound.

That was the moment that it all felt real. And thus began our journey to parenthood. But I can honestly say that I don’t really trust pregnancy tests anymore!