Look close,and I mean really close, cuz there it is... a second pink line. Guess 7 is the lucky number. Because I have peed on 6 before this all with a negative answer. But this morning I woke up and maybe it was the rain poring outside or the urge to run into the bathroom as soon as most people wake up but the thought popped into my head that I might as well just try another one. The worst it can be is another negative right? And I need to figure out what is going on with me. I am a week late on my period and if I'm not pregnant I need to go to the doctor. So after a little careful aiming and 3 minutes of waiting, I looked. There is was this faint pink line. WHAT!?!?! Then as the emotional girl I am; I began to cry happy tears of course.
I ran out of the room and woke Zach up. My original plan was to let him sleep in as long as he would like because he worked late at the hospital, but my excitement got to me. I said "hey, can you wake up for just a minute to look at this?" He stirred awake and said "sure" and before I think he could even wipe the sleepies out of his eye I had shoved the stick in his face and said "you're going to be a dad" Then I began to cry again.
We embraced as the information sunk in and then continued out Saturday as usual. Eating fruit loops and watching tv. Only 9 more months of this left. We can't wait.
Baby Lyman is due (I think) in October.
Wow. I'm. Going. To. Be.A. Mom.
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