You're Pregnant? Good.

Holy hell. I'm pregnant. We're pregnant. At least I think so...unless First Response is playing a huge joke on us.

I was in Wisconsin for work this week and haven't felt 100%. I've had some stomach issues for a few days, which I attributed to the fact they don't know how to cook anything there without giving it a hot bath in the deep fryer. Of course, I hoped this funny feeling was because I was knocked up (ew, that sounds wrong). But I have been imagining the same kind of symptoms for the last 4 months that we've been trying to conceive, so I wasn't getting my hopes up too high. Luckily, the trip fell right in the window of when I could start testing, so it forced me to wait until today, a day I'd get a more accurate reading anyway. Today is Day 29, so I gave it a shot.

Let me set the scene: My darling husband gets up to shower at the usual 6:30. Once I hear him get in, I secretly take a pregnancy test in the other bathroom. He gets out, expecting only the light in the bathroom to be on and me to be passed out. Instead, he finds me sitting up in bed, the bedroom lit up like Vegas, and me just staring at him.

K: What's up? You okay?
S: Yeah, but my heart's racing.
K continues to get ready.
S: Come here and feel it.
K comes in the room. Puts his hand on my chest.
K: Yeah, it is.
S: Want to know why?
S points to the nightstand. K looks, sees the pregnancy test with the 2 glorious pink lines.
K: You're pregnant?
S: Yeah, I think I am. (huge grin)
K: Good.

Good. Well, yes honey, yes it is good. It's incredible. Fantastic. Phenomenal. Unbelievable. In fact, that last one is the one that makes the most sense here. I still don't believe it, and I think it's going to take a few more home pregnancy tests and trip to the OB in a couple weeks before I really do.

So for now, I'm going to try really hard to believe this is really happening and just cross my fingers that Baby Reeder hangs on....