Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Why, yes, they are!

Some weird happenings over the last few weeks.

I was dizzy for a couple of days in a row for no apparent reason.

I've been nauseas on and off for two weeks, and moody as hell.

Last Wednesday night, while Jason was away, I was even more lonely and sad than I usually am when he's traveling for work. I just needed him, but he wasn't here.

I sobbed off and on for ten hours after Nathan did a new autistic-y thing (he flapped his hands) during his therapist's visit. And when he woke at 10:30pm, asking to be hugged and re-tucked, I went in and held him like my life depended on it - so not like me. Normally, we adhere to a strict "Good night, I won't see you 'til morning unless you barf or the house is on fire" policy.

I wanted a lot of bologna-and-potato chip sandwiches.

Last Thursday morning, I had the weirdest feeling that my boobs were a little bigger than usual. And that's when I decided to buy a pregnancy test.

You may remember that Mad was home sick with me at the end of last week - boy, does that make shopping for a pregnancy test interesting. ("Mom, what is that?") I bought a box of two just in case and went home, wondering how I was going to manage to pee in private. The first test gave me a plus sign. No way! I had to pee again almost immediately, so I took the second test. Also a plus sign. Gulp!

Later, after grabbing Annabelle from school, I brought the kids to buy another box of pregnancy tests, a different brand this time. Maybe EPT was pranking me, but First Response would be on the level. When we got home with my purchase, Jason was there - he'd returned early from his trip. I stealthily peed on the third stick while the kids surrounded him and regaled him with stories of the last 24 hours. Two pink lines.

Yup, I'm pregnant.

I told Jason, and the first thing he said was, "I thought so. I noticed that your boobs were a little bigger."


  1. CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! when is the due date?

  2. Wow! Congrats!!!!!!!!!!!!

  3. Wow! Congrats! That's sooo awesome! Thanks for making me laugh too. :-) And yes we have a strict night time policy as well: "if you get out of bed there better be blood, puke or pee involved!"