My dear husband and I decided several months ago that we might as well get going on this baby-making thing. We felt like we were in a good place in our lives, and that financially and otherwise, we were ready. And then that faint little second line showed up last night, and I realized how hysterical it was that we thought we were so ready for this! It hasn't sunken in yet, and I'm feeling a very weird mix of scared out of my mind and over the moon excited. I went to work today, and I swear I kept alternating between tearing up and grinning my face off on the way there.
I made an appointment for the blood work tomorrow, and I will probably keep testing on the home pregnancy tests because really, we don't believe it. Matt keeps asking if I'm sure, because the lines aren't very dark. I told him a line's a line, especially on 2 different brands of tests! I hope that someday our kid gets a kick out of the fact that we found out the same night we went to a Rocky Horror showing. Does that get us cool parent points?
I really don't have too much else to say right now. Matt and I keep emailing each other things like 'OMG' and 'AHHH!' and I cut out my morning soda which is giving me a terrible headache. I'm really afraid to jinx this, but I figure in the scheme of things, a blog is just a blog.
Welcome to our utterly terrifying and incredibly exciting journey! :)
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