And that's how it happened (well, not really, there's obv. more).

About a week of crazy cramps, moodiness, bloating, HOT FLASHES and every other awesome thing that happens when you are getting your period...except this time, it was about a week later than normal.
No biggie until Kate*, suggested taking a pregnancy test.

A what?! Seriously?

To buy tampons I have to stuff my cart full of crap I don't need so that I'm not embarrassed in front the 16 year old kid ringing me up. Needless to say, 43 dollars (of shampoo, candles and cards) later, I run home as fast as I can.

Impatience has made me forget to close the door to the bathroom as I barge in and here is Ranger and Brutus** looking at me like I'm nuts, wondering why I rushed in without giving them dinner or a hello and most likely because I'm peeing half standing on this tiny odd contraption which decides your next 18 (or so) years....

And there it is. Lines mean positive. Que? Read, repeat. Lines.Mean.Positive.

Now I know I'm not the only woman in the universe who's EVER gone through this but appease me this moment (cause it's me very first) when I say I went nuts. Like frantic, take another test, another brand, every method possible, and SIX OF THEM(dixie cup? yep, stand/squat? sure.) kind of nutty. Happy? Yes. Scared? Hell Yes.

What made everything worse, or better depending on how you see it, was that Shane*** was at work until 11. What the hell was I gonna do for another 2 hours? Freak out- and that's exactly what I did. Between crying like a baby and laughing cause I was excited, it was definitely the strangest mix of emotions ever.

So here we are at 6 weeks and 4 days...oh boy, here we go!



*Kate is a special bud who is ALSO pregnant @ 4 and 1/2 months!
**Ranger and Brutus are my two first kids, a rescued lab/hound mix and a 20lb grey tuxedo cat
***Shane is the Hubs