Or, just call me Fertile Myrtle.
Sorry for the lame photo, you get the idea.
So, before this gets all crazy, it's not like we've told anyone, just you lucky readers. Because I am well aware that a positive test as the one above is no guarantee that there will be a baby come June (May?) next year. It is, of course, way too early to really get all sure about things.
I will call the doctor.
I will switch to decaf coffee (bummer).
I will try not to freak out.
I will be happy that I only feel mildly sick since I still have another week or so for that to kick in (at which time I will be stressed if I don't feel like total crap).
I will try to find my old stuff because I gave away a lot of my maternity clothes and pregnancy books.
I will stay calm knowing that I already have a boy and a girl and have weathered the difficult transition from one to two.
I will eat ice cream.
I will be content knowing that we gave this a try and so far so good.
I will know that this time I am done for sure and just edging in before I turn 40.
And I will try to forget that Scott looked at me strangely this afternoon and said, "Mommy, you look different to me today."
Sometimes that kid is just plain eerie.
I wonder what this one will be like.