Seeing Double

I made a secret deal with myself that if I got up to pee a second time again last night, that I'd take a hpt on the second go-round.

Shortly after my 2:45 a.m. bathroom visit, I worried for about 2 seconds whether I would have enough hcg built up for a test in the morning, then I stumbled back to bed in a tired stupor and worried no more. It's amazing how first-morning pee can be like liquid gold when you're trying to get pregnant.

I woke up at about 6:45 a.m. with my bladder doing the pee-pee dance again. I re-routed to my bathroom - the Girl's bathroom - and peed in a cup. Strange how such a little amount of pee can cause you to awaken from a dead slumber.

I stuck the stick in the pee and waited for the pink cloud to start moving across the window. . . and then. . . .

two pink lines

Pregnant!

(even though one is lighter than the other.)

I knew it!

After I told M, I turned on some Marley and decided that "One Love, One Heart" was the perfect soundtrack for this moment.

Since I'm not even 4 weeks yet (that happens tomorrow), I figure I'll wait for a few days before calling the doctor. Might as well see what my body will be up to over the weekend - AF is due Sunday - before alerting the medical media and beginning the process of being "medically managed" until Dr. M tells me all is well.

Somehow, somehow, I know it will all be well this time.

~Nichole