September 28, 2011
The day after my 27th birthday.
I got a faint positive on a dollar store pregnancy test. Which followed by Bear and me running to the local store and buying 2 boxes of pregnancy tests. I really was convinced they would all be as difficult to interpret.
The first two were blaringly positive.
Yes, positive. No, we weren’t exactly trying. I’m almost 10 weeks now and it still hasn’t settled in that I’m pregnant again. You would think the abdominal pressure, morning sickness, vomiting, food aversion and cravings would be enough to convince me, but until I see that heartbeat on our first ultrasound (TOMORROW!) I won’t be convinced.
I’ll be the first to admit I’m petrified.
Absolutely, completely petrified.
Stay tuned for the second installment…