April 29, 2020
There should be no way that I'm pregnant, but something in me just has a weird feeling. My chin is broken out, and I looked back and that was my first symptom with Hannah. I marked that in my period tracking app before I even knew I was pregnant at the time. So I decided to take a pregnancy test, which is silly because I'm not supposed to get my period for another week. It's too early to tell, supposedly.
But I did it. One line. I looked closely, didn't see anything, and tossed it in the trash. I knew I wasn't pregnant, this just proved it.
Except, a few hours go by and I decide to take one more peak (something they tell you never to do). I grab it out of the trash to take another look (gross, I know). This time, I see the faintest of faint second line.
Could it be?
Am I pregnant?
I guess we'll find out in a week...
(Haha, like I could wait that long.)
May 2, 2020
I took another test on the 30th, but since it looked the same (basically negative), I told myself I would just wait until my period came. (Haha again.) I threw away the tests for real this time so I couldn't continue staring at them and over analyzing.
Patience isn't exactly my best skill, and something in me just really felt different. I decided since 48 hours had passed since my last test, I'd take one more. I planned on taking another double line test, but the one I had needed to be the day of your missed period. Since I'm 4 days from that, I had to take the one digital test I had instead. At least this way I could see a definitize NO, right?
YES! popped up after a long 3 minutes. Literally right as PJ walked in the door from work. Still processing the news and in disbelief myself, all I could do was show him the test.
It's real. I'm pregnant. :)