We're Pregnant Again!

I knew it. I knew it probably the day it happened. I just had that feeling. But since I had gotten my hopes the previous 2 months, I psyched myself out of it and convinced myself it was all in my head. But I was exhausted, I mean really exhausted, that couldn't be all in my head right? It had been like 3 or 4 days in a row now of sleepiness, so I took a test...negative. I waited 2 days and took another test...negative. So because the test says it can predict pregnancy 5 days before your missed period, and I was well within that window, I convinced myself again that it was all in my head and this was not going to be our month again. But the day I expected my period came and went. Now since the IUD had messed with my cycles a little bit, this was not too out of the ordinary, so I fought with myslef whether or not to take another test, (those things are expensive and I was sick of wasting them), and I cleverly left the pack I just bought in the car so that in the morning (which is the best time to test) it would be too much of a hassel to go them. So I had won the battle, no more testing for me, I would just wait for Aunt Flo like they did in the good ol' days. I carried on with my day, and actually decided to take Kash to Disneyland that afternoon. I had the slightest hint of hunger creeping up on me as we arrived in the park, and along with it, a tinge of nausea. I knew this feeling all too well. When I was pregnant with Kash if I didn't eat every few hours I became extremely nautious. But despite the resemblence, I was cautiously waiting for Aunt Flo with a tampon and spare undies in my purse. I even ran to the bathroom a few times during our trip fearing that she had arrived. But to my relief, she never did. When we got home that night from Disneyland my body was killing me. I didn't do anything out of the ordinary that day, I always tote all 30 pounds of Kash around the park. I wore sensible shoes like usual to embrace all the walking. But this time it felt as if I spent the day manually building a rock wall or something. My joints were achy, my muscles were sore, and I was pooped. Oh, and here comes that nautious feeling again, better grab a bite to eat. And that's when I couldn't fight it any longer, I had to pee on a stick! And suprise, suprise, I finally got that big fat positive.

By this time TJ was already asleep, and if you know him or you read my last pregnancy blog, you know he's next to impossible to wake up. So I figured I'd just tell him in the morning. So the next day when I woke up, I gave the positive test to Kash and told him to go give it to DaDa, who was in the living room. He ran up to TJ and "DaDa, here ya go". TJ calls to me "is this an old test?". "No", I yelled back. And we spent the rest of the day realizing what we had gotten ourselves into...