Here is the full story, for those who want to know all of these great, but way to personal, details:
I've wanted to start on baby #2 almost immediately after Anna was born. I was thrilled about my new baby girl but I missed being pregnant. Call me crazy. And I had a vision of oodles of kids and I guess I was just plain impatient.
We didn't officially start trying until much later, after Anna turned one. And it only took us two months.
I am pretty sure that I know exactly when I ovulated and conceived. I took a test ten days later on a Thursday afternoon and it was a negative. Then I bled a little the day after. So I figured, Aunt Flow was in town. Hence, my statement that I was definitely NOT PREGNANT. I told Eric this, but he was convinced that it was too early to test and that I could still be pregnant. I hate to admit that he was right...
By the way, I'm not very good at sensing that I am pregnant. For my first pregnancy, it was Eric who convinced me to take a pregnancy test just in case.
So anyway, I thought I had gotten my period, but then the very light bleeding stopped.
(any men reading this have also now stopped)
And I couldn't figure it out. Meanwhile I was tired and felt like I had no motivation all weekend. On Monday after work I decided I'd better take a test. So I bought a 3-pack at the drug store after picking Anna up. I went straight home and tried to pee on the stick. But I had just gone an hour earlier! So I thought that I missed the stick with what little I had and that the test wasn't going to work. I even touched the end and it felt bone dry. Disappointed that I would now have to wait until later that night until my bladder was full again, I put it aside and went through the daily routine of making dinner, eating dinner, and cleaning up dinner. Eric went back out to do some things around the farm.
I went upstairs to give Anna a bath and out of the corner of my eye I saw the test sitting there. It was upside down because I have this thing about not wanting to watch the magic of the test happen. I picked it up and my jaw dropped. It was a positive! So I grabbed Anna and rushed outside and walked as fast as I could carrying an almost 20-pound baby over to Eric who was loading plastic into his skid steer. I couldn't contain the smile on my face.
Eric knew something was up and guessed it I think even before I could hold the test up. "You're pregnant?" I laughed. He gave me a big hug and the smile on his face was priceless!