I have gone from the Great Barren Period to the First Tri-assic in one short week! Well, not one short week. Two days where we had conversations that went like this:
Husband: Are you pregnant?
Me: I don’t know, the line is super faint.
Husband: The line was super faint, so you took 47 pregnancy tests? Seriously. They’re EVERYWHERE.
Me: I don’t know, I wanted to double check.
The next morning.
Husband: And why are you KEEPING them? Why aren’t you throwing them away once you get the line?
Me: I WANT PROOF OF THE LINES.
I got a confirmation from Planned Parenthood, God bless ’em, since I couldn’t get in to see my OB/Gyn until Thursday, and have since been looking up all of the things I am not allowed to have/do/think about. Also, I’ve found a picture of what the baby looks like right now:
We’re calling it Fetusaurus.