I ended up taking a pregnancy test on Friday afternoon. And then three more on Saturday morning. And then – maybe – I took another one on Sunday morning just to make sure nothing had changed.
After spending a small fortune on tests, I’m headed to my clinic in an hour to get a blood test to confirm that I’m pregnant.
Holy shit. Pregnant.
There are so many feeeeeelings. I’m so lucky. I feel like a fake. I feel pregnant and queasy; I feel not-pregnant and like I could climb a mountain. I’m scared, I’m excited, I’m absolutely over the moon. And the weirdest thing is how much I already feel bonded to a tiny sac of cells. (see also: cannot possibly be pregnant b/c there’s not really a baby in there yet) It’s early – it has to be early. I know a million things can happen. I’m not exactly telling people. Of the seven people that read this blog, two I know personally. One already knows and the other might be a bit shocked. I’m not putting it on facebook or anything like that. Or telling work. Or, um, telling people. Even though I want to shout it to everyone I see. Maybe hire a sky writer?
I think I need to hit Vegas. K and I just totally beat the odds. Pregger McPregger. Holy shit.