And it's.... POSITIVE!

Well, I haven't written in a while (how many blog posts have you read that start like this, too many probably, but when and old cliché works, why change it).

For this post we will have to go back in time, some 9 weeks. We had just gotten back from being in New York (which was awesome, I miss you big apple--mostly I miss the very important people who live there, like my bestest friend Adrianna, who is the reason I am blogging, but I digress). There were no signs of my period, and my boobs felt different, there seemed to be blue veins where there were none before, but I had been fooled by phantom symptoms before, so we were scared to get our hopes up... Was this it?

So, we went to bed and said, tomorrow we are testing (you see, to do this pregnancy tests you need FMU (first morning urine, for you newbies at this). So, at around 5 am my eyes sprung open, and I turned and could see Poncho's eyes just as wide. We just nodded, and I went straight to our bathroom cubbard for a little plastic cup in which I was to gracefully pee. Somehow, even in the wee hours, I managed. So, we dunked our first little internet cheapie strip. And then we pretended not to look, but then we stared as the control line was visible, and then, "Wait, is that something?"

Poncho thought it was just our imagination tricking us, but a minute or two later our figment was darkening. It was positive! Well, we couldn't stop there. "Let's try with a different brand." And, so we dunked that too, and it too was positive. "Let's try a third!" We couldn't help it. We had tested before and had gotten no second line. We were hooked on how it looked. So, after doing 4 tests total, we were convinced.



And so began our baby journey...