The OU vs. Texas game was on the day we found out we were expecting. I say this because Bobby is a HUGE OU fan and had planned his day around the game. He has a system when it comes to watching big games--preferably on his TV with snacks and beverages close by. I, too, enjoy watching these games but I didn't think the "feeling" that I had inside was directly related to the game. This was a new feeling that could not be ignored and after some convincing, a $25 test confirmed the feeling---we were going to have a baby. My initial reaction: fall on my knees and cry. I tend to think of myself as someone who can handle emotional or stressful situations with some sense of grace, but this one took my breathe and balance away. (I should say, we were obviously thrilled, but we were shocked). Bobby's initial reaction: jump on me, laugh really loud, pace back and forth, jump on me, laugh, pace and pace the rest of the day. And for the record, OU won the big game and we were going to have a baby boomer sooner...
I loved the hormones that came along with being pregnant. I was exhausted the 1st trimester falling asleep most nights at 6pm and occassionally was sick at night during a certain TV show that I don't like to talk about to this day, but other than that, I felt energized, feminine and not-too emotional. I swam most days and craved tomato sandwiches on crunchy bread. I loved drawing attention to the fact that I was pregnant and wore clothes that showed it off.
We did not find out the sex, but I "knew" we were having a boy. One or two people thought girl, but the overwhelming majority agreed, it was a boy. So...we had boy names picked out, a couple boy outfits and a blue and white nursery. I will never forget the second Dr. Hammond announced, "a girl" and laid her on my chest. I thought she was perfect---and whatever I "knew" for the past 9 months was completely forgotten and all I wanted to do in that moment was study every inch of this precious new life. 
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