Written Saturday, June 4 (4 weeks pregnant)
We got back from Dallas on a Tuesday. I should have started my period on Wednesday. Thursday morning, I took a pregnancy test. Positive, but just barely. The second line was thinner that the first. The hubs says "I'm sure you'll start your period tomorrow." Friday morning, I took a pregnancy test. Positive, for sure this time. The hubs says "I'm sure you'll start your period tomorrow."
At this point let me explain that a while ago, I ordered 40 ovulation strips from amazon for $9 (compared to 7 for $13 at the store). They came with 10 free cheap-looking pregnancy tests. The hubs says these are unreliable.
Saturday morning, I took a "real" pregnancy test. Positive.
At this point, we are both in shock. We had been trying for several months with no luck, but with the hubs still not having a job, we decided to hold off for a while. Then boom. It happens. So not only were we unprepared emotionally for this news, I'm really mad at myself for having two glasses of wine in Dallas. For MONTHS I had been so good, not taking any chances on the weekends with alcohol. Of course, the one time I decide to go for it, I'm actually pregnant.
1 comment:
I knew before the blog post, I knew before the blog post!!! BAHAHAHA!!!!!
Congrats to you both :o)
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