The chaos is about to get even more so.
I'd been feeling bad for a couple of weeks but Isabella was sick too so I just figured I was getting what she had. Then, because I'm a little slow, it dawned on me that I had nausea and headaches.
What do I do?
I wait until my husband leaves for a 7-day trip and go take a pregnancy test. So when the test comes back with one dark line and the faintest of faint second lines, I freak out. I call my husband, I call my sister. My husband had just stepped off the plane in Orlando. Walking with his boss to get his luggage. Think he was subtle in his reaction? They were the first two people to know.
I try desparately to call Amanda but she's got, like, a life or something. I call her house and when Daniel answers, I'm sure he was disturbed by my blabbering and I hope Amanda has been able to explain away the crazies.
I go get another test because that's exactly what you're supposed to do in this type of situation. Ignore your inner-voice that says "Um, hellooooooooo, two lines!" and pay $20 for the test that spells it out for you. In less than a minute, the little digital stick said in plain English "pregnant, you moron". Okay, the moron part was just implied.
I begin freaking again. For four days! Granted, this all might have been a little easier had I waited to take the test when my sweet husband was by my side, but I guess I honestly didn't think it had happened. It wasn't in our plans! We have to have the estate sale, sell our house, buy a new one and start baby #2 plans in '07.
Once again, God has proven He's not only in control, but He's got a sense of humor about it.
I go to my OB on the 28th just to confirm what I already know. At least seeing the sonogram of my little baby tadpole will make it all that much more real and I can prepare for a life with a toddler and a newborn. *faint*