testing

So, about six weeks ago I took a home pregnancy test. As soon as I had taken it, I regretted it. I've had nothing but negatives from those things in the last two years, and I just wasn't sure I was ready for another negative. I mean, if I wasn't pregnant, finding out is obviously inevitable, but I just didn't want to deal with that negative right then.

I went and unloaded the dishwasher. My hands were shaky and the dishes were clattering. The timer went off and I knew it was time to face whatever the truth was. Or probably was. David came out of the bathroom holding the test, looking confused, asking what this meant. I thought for sure he was looking at a negative and that's why he wasn't sure. But as soon as I looked at the test, I saw it. A positive. "I'm pregnant!" I couldn't believe it.

I still can't believe it.

This pregnancy has been very different from my other two. I plan to blog more about it all, I just haven't felt well enough to do much of anything. Luckily, I'm not throwing up very much. Which is awesome. No hyperemesis this time. But, I do feel nauseated and tired and hungry pretty almost constantly. When that lifts (hopefully) in the next few weeks, I plan to get back into blogging mode.

We'll see.