one afternoon i decided to take a cheap dollar store test (you know, not to waste too much money) and swore/convinced myself i saw a faint line. so i somehow talked myself into waiting until the next morning to take the test again. the next morning, after the hubs woke me up to tell me he was going to work, i patiently waited until he was gone and took another dollar store test. nadda. no faint line or anything. so i did what any sane person would do, decided to take the test again on the expensive kind. right? right. and it came out positive. well at 630 in the morning i was faced with a situation. one said no, and one said yes. so CLEARLY the next step was to quick get dressed, drink some water and go to cub to buy a different brand. right? right. well that brand said yes too.
so now begins the longest day ever. mind you i love sleep. but i knew i wouldnt be able to get any more sleep until i told
so FINALLY 5pm came around and the hubs was home. and i was anxious. very anxious. he proceeded to open this card:
cuz
thats how much i love him right? the inside said something along the
lines of "congrats one of your swimmers won the race. prize to be
claimed in 9 months"
well we are 13 weeks in and im still thinking its so odd/weird/surreal/etc that theres a little baby growing in me. the hubs has been so incredibly helpful and supportive this first trimester, even when all i do is wake up and lay down for a nap a few hours later and cant find the ambition to do anything (cleaning/laundry/cooking etc).
