*removes foot from mouth*
That's right. Pregnant.
I'm sitting here typing with eyes wide. I'm still in shock.
I generally start spotting about 13dpo. Today is 14. There was nothing yesterday, but I wasn't overly concerned. Today I kept going to the bathroom and checking. And nothing. And nothing. And nothing.
We had friends over for some barbecue and then went down to my work to watch the fireworks. I work in the ghetto, but the ghetto has a great view of the Arch. Except when the entire city has been blowing things up all day and there is smoke everywhere. So it wasn't that great, but okayish.
Got home. Still not period. I had one test left. I thought WTF and went for it. Now, the last time I was pregnant, the digital came up seriously in a matter of seconds. This one took a long time.
I had actually opened up my blog to start to tell everyone that it was, indeed, negative and question where the fuck AF was.
Then I looked back over and it said Pregnant.
I hadn't even told David I was testing. I prefer to keep my obsessions to myself. (and you guys)
I went skipping up the front of the house and asked David if he'd like to have a baby with his wife.
He said "of course."
I said, "well, that's pretty good, since I'M PREGNANT."
I shoved the stick at him and he looked, jumped up and hugged me.
Of course, I was still in that not-quite-belief stage. David was certain it was true, but I thought that maybe we should go to Walgreens and get more tests. He's a good husband and indulged me.
I got a First Response/Early Result. It agreed with the digital.
So here I am.
It took a good 45 minutes to hit complete panic.
Called my MIL. Her first response wasn't to say congratulations. It was to ask if I was far enough along to know the baby would be okay. Way to calm my fears. Couldn't reach my dad.
Won't tell anyone else for a while.
For any of you prayers out there, please pray for good betas, strong heartbeats & healthy babies. I'm going to go back to breathing in a bag now.