I can't hold it in any longer. I just can't.
Friday, June 23rd, should have been Henry's due date. At 4 am on the 23rd, I got up to pee and decided to use the pregnancy test on the top of the cabinet, since I hadn't started a new cycle yet. To my shock, it was positive. I went and stood by Aaron's side of the bed and stared at him until he woke up. Then he went in to look at the test. It was still positive.
We sat and talked for a few minutes, then he went back to sleep. I couldn't.
So many thoughts were running around in my head. We didn't think I COULD get pregnant, what with having to do fertility treatments to get Henry and all... so we weren't really planning on something like this happening. God has a sense of humor, eh? Were/Are we ready to be parents of a newborn again? What if something happens to this one? What if I miscarry? What if? What if? What if?
But in the end, I decided to be happy. I am happy. I'm excited! Although I was enjoying wearing a size that I haven't worn since before Ethan was born. And I was beginning to get used to the idea of an only child kind of family. Lots cheaper, really. :)
I don't think I would trade my clothing size or a cushier financial situation for this child inside of me though. This is a good thing.
Hey-- I'm pregnant!!!!! :)