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That’s right folks. Hubby and I were going to a wedding on Saturday, so I wanted to make sure I could either drink or not drink during the reception. I woke up at the crack of 6am wired and ready to take the first POAS test. I wasn’t optimistic because my cycles are sporadic and even if I was I didn’t expect it to show for another week at least.  For some reason ‘testing days’ are like Christmas morning and I wake up super early and excited. So at 6 am I snuck out of bed past my gently snoring (he claims he doesn’t snore) and warm hubby and went to the bathroom with the test. After the longest three minutes of my life, during which I checked facebook and imgur, I finally looked down at the little window. There it was. The faintest pink line I have ever seen. After the shock wore off (about 4 seconds) I ran back in and woke hubs up to see if he could see a line too. Remember it is 6am on a weekend. Needless to say he was not excited to be woken when I turned on the light and shined it in his face so he could see. It wasn’t really light outside yet. He confirmed the line and then told me he was excited and loved us and asked if he could go back to sleep. My eyes teared up a little over the ‘us’ part because with Max he would always call me ‘babies’ instead of baby and he stopped after we lost him (except for once right after by habit that made us both cry). I climbed back in bed and proceeded to try to get him to wake up for another hour by talking at him. I also texted my sister and alerted Ali to my news. Then gave up and slept for another couple hours. 

For some reason I never really trust the first test. Maybe I’m crazy. But today saw me up at 630 wide awake and ready to pee. The line today was stronger than Saturday and its official. I am pregnant! Again. With my second child. At 24. Can you tell it isn’t really sinking in yet? Hubby said he suspected I was on Friday because I was acting a little differently. I guess I have several symptoms I keep reminding myself of. Like emotions, Ladies and Gentlemen I can now cry on cue. I can think about puppies and tear up. Plus the end of last week I noticed my sex drive went from +++ to  -. Poor husband. It was like that the entire time last time too. Which sucks for both of us. Naps have also been happening, even with the B vitamins. Lastly is the greatest one that gets shared with everyone: gas. I never have it, that’s what hubs mentioned when he said he knew. Great. Not the indicator I would like to have. Again though, no morning sickness (yet?) which worries me a little because it was the same last time and we had problems. Maybe I am just lucky? Or have enough on my plate. According to the baby calculator this little gummybear should be due the end of January. I successfully avoided a Christmas baby and am currently 3 weeks 4. I'm not even sure that counts yet. I'm going to wait until I’m 6 weeks to call for an appointment. Just in case. 

Begin the 9 months of paranoia. Gladly. 

ps. I do NOT want to tell my mother!