Cat's out of the bag

Parents and brothers and sisters know. Everyone is as excited as we are!

The first question people seem to ask is "are you going to find out if it's a boy or girl?" I find that funny, of course we're going to find out! My philosophy to do with everything baby is: If the technology is there, use it. That applies to everything, and I mean everything. Some people may not agree with it for whatever reason, but that's why it's my baby, not yours.

I'll refrain from getting on my high horse about my thoughts and philosophies about birthing my child. Plenty of other mommies do that enough for me. Never been like that, don't plan to start now.

In other news, this thing is making me eat everything in sight. Going to get that under control soon...

Even numbers, good luck

Sure I only waited one day.

I told myself - and Joshua - that I'd wait til mid-week, one full week after Fred's failed appearance. Give it time. Time, time, time. I don't do "time". I'm impatient. I don't like surprises. I need to know everything and I need to know it now.

Monday morning, Joshua is already off to school, and I reach for The Cup and The Test. 20 seconds, 2 minutes.

Oh, hello blue line, I've been waiting for you.

First step was to take a picture of The Test - and the instructions - for Joshua. A quick "I-told-you-so" and "keep-your-mouth-shut" lovingly-crafted e-mail later and I'm scurrying off to work... wondering how I'm going to keep MY mouth shut.

This is good news, and I want to share. Until the first ultrasound. At least.

I call my doctor. They schedule my first appointment for March 16. Definitely not soon enough for me to keep my mouth shut. Not by a long shot.

That afternoon I bought Pregnancy Books. And I called mom. It felt great to tell her.

I still have a feeling...

All week I wait. And wait. And wait. Red Fred did not make his scheduled flight to turn me into a horrible mess for a few days. I chalk it up to my body still weaning off the Birth Control Cocktail.

But I still have a feeling...

So I go to Walmart for milk, salsa and a pregnancy test. OK the pack of three pregnancy tests.

And I still wait... one more day.

I have a feeling...

I'd had a feeling for about a week really. Since we'd been trying I'd been having feelings of course. Most of that was me trying to will the inter-uterus planets to align and give me a baby, dammit.

So I used the last of the tests on Valentine's Day. What could be more romantic than finding out you're about to have a little blend of you running around the house, right?

Negative. Damn. That was not very romantic.