[Since that last post is just too pathetic for words, I decided to also post today about the day I found out I was pregnant. Yay! Happy times! Days of eating! WHEEE! This was actually already posted over at Preggy Blonde, but sort of buried and I completely quit with the cross-posting of pregnancy posts, because HI too much work. Anyway. Enjoy. Especially the part about how I kept things that I peed on in my pocket all day. I really want you to enjoy that part.]
It's 5:15 AM and we are rushing, rushing, rushing to get the final things packed before we leave for our trip to Mexico. Between wrangling a toddler, feeding the cats, and packing those last-minutes things into the suitcase, I take a quick moment to pee...and take a pregnancy test.
I know it's early. Only 9 days after ovulation and I didn't even get a positive until 10 DPO with Bella. But they are just cheap internet tests and I have a little testing-addiction-problem to feed, so why not? I'm only half paying attention when I set the test on the bathroom counter and finish organizing the toiletries that we need to bring.
After a few minutes I pick it up and I see something. Where I've only seen the glaring white of NOTHING for the past five months and dozens of tests, this one has a something. A something. A baby? Maybe?
There's really no time for this, though. I put it in the pocket of my sweater figuring I can really examine it later (yes, I sure am putting pee in my pocket!) and rush back out of the bathroom to take Bella from Husband so that he can start carrying the suitcases outside. I feed Bella a little breakfast and honestly don't give the test in my pocket another thought.
Well, I don't give it another thought until I decide to pee one last time before we leave. This time I watch the test as it develops and there it is. Another something. A little more faint than the last test, but there. To get another positive without it even being the first morning urine...well that makes that something even more something-like.
I look up at myself in the mirror and give myself a little squeeee face, before shoving the second test strip in my pocket and running back downstairs.
For the rest of the day, I sneak those little tests out of my pocket and turn them back and forth, letting the light catch on the faintest of second lines. I will wait until tomorrow to tell Husband, after this chaotic travel day is over. For now it's my secret.