Today I am ten and a half weeks pregnant.

I keep very close track of my pregnancies.  I can remember when I was pregnant with Anna, Lynette and I worked for the same company, different departments.  She and I had offices next to each other, she was pregnant the same time as me.  I would always say “how many weeks are you now?“  And she would have no idea.  She’d laugh and say “um…I don’t know, I’m like six months.”

I needed more information than that.  After awhile she stole a due date predictor wheel from her OB’s office just to keep me better informed.  She’s such a good girl.

I found out I was pregnant this time around one week before my period was due.  I just knew in my heart there was a baby beginning it’s journey inside of me.  It was a sunny Sunday morning and I woke up feeling so light and hopeful.  We readied ourselves for church, in the car I whispered to Brian “I should take a test.“  Knowing how early that was, he encouraged me not to take a test.  “You’ll just get a negative result and then you’ll keep trying and trying and trying.”

In other words, he was telling me not to waste money.

I was in such a good mood, I didn’t mind what he was saying.  While at church I sat there, beside my family and thought to myself “my family is here, all five of us.”  I just knew.  We went grocery shopping and I was in a very good mood.  Brian still remembers that trip because I was in THAT good of a mood.  (note to self: be in a good mood more often.)  Up until that day I was certain we would not be pregnant, but something happened over night, I woke up just knowing I was pregnant.

We came home and I made lunch.  After a few minutes I went upstairs and took a test, it was awesomely positive.  I came downstairs and showed it to Brian, he was shocked that I had actually taken the test ONE WEEK before my period was due, but was so happy that it was positive.

It was a really good day.

I knew it would be.

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