For comedic value let me share that: I kicked my cup o' pee over on the floor...GROSS! It's mine so I can't be too taken aback. Then it says what getting either one or two lines means right there on the test itself. I guess I have more of these moments to look forward to cause Monday it was anything but funny and today I can see the funniness in it all.
And from that moment I debated with myself what to do. This isn't the way I pictured this time in my life beginning. So I did the only thing that felt natural...I cried, and cried and cried some more. All I kept thinking was my life is changing forever. I talked to my mother first, who told me that she loved me and would support me in my decision. There was my best friend who "helped" me to see the pros to this: 1. my body would bounce back; 2. we could have a party. Note to self: in a moment of crisis call Candace and she'll find the positive in it :) On Tuesday, I woke up and all I could think was there is a life inside of me, how amazing. Later that evening it was confirmed, I'm having a baby and I'm about six weeks.
Then it got a wee bit bumpy when I brought DaddyWarBucks up to speed. He'll be dealt with in due time, that much I'm sure of. Which is why that's where the conversation about him begins and ends.
In the meantime, there is so much to look forward to. Top of the list is finding out whether it's a boy or girl. Up until yesterday I was definitely leaning in a certain direction as far as sex of the baby was concerned, and a part of me still is. But after a conversation with Rebecca and affirming that I would indeed be a good "boy mom." I'm truly going to be happy regardless.
mommy to be. XOXO