Yes, honey, those are two lines on that stick...

It's true--we're pregnant! Which, let me tell you, is INSANE. No matter how long you've been trying (and especially if you haven't, I suppose), the moment you see two lines on the pregnancy test, you have a million thoughts running through your head, beginning with, "Oh my God. What have we done??" But we're thrilled. And nervous. And excited. And petrified...

Back to the beginning. The first weekend in October, I had the brilliant idea to try a juice fast. I have to admit, I felt terrible. I had no energy, I was sleeping terribly, and I wanted solid food, in addition to the added bonus of not being able to use the bathroom. I stuck with it for three days, but on Sunday night, I told Scott that we were going out for Pad Thai because there was no way that I was going to be able to do this for the full 15 days. Monday came and went, and I still felt gross, but chalked it up to my period starting soon. Being the impatient lady that I am, on Tuesday night, I took a pregnancy test, and lo and behold, there was the faintest second line on it. I bounced into the bathroom and shoved it under Scott's nose, demanding, "What do you see? What do you see???" and of course, he couldn't see the sec

ond line. The next morning, I went to Fred Meyer to buy another pregnancy test, which I took in the bathroom of the store--positive!

I drove to Target, where I bought two "I love Daddy" onesies to wrap up and give to Scott that night--he still didn't believe it until I told him 3 or 4 times that we were pregnant! From my calendar, I'm 5 weeks and 4 days pregnant, but who's counting, right?