Finding Out

Wow! Thanks so much for all the congrats and well wishes! I have awesome friends! I am finally on here to post about how I discovered I was pregnant. Here we go:

Let me first start by saying that I didn't think more children were in the cards for me. It had been 7 years since my last baby was born and I wasn't getting any younger. I knew the chances were slim that I would ever be pregnant again. My biological clock had started ticking loudly and I was really feeling desperate for a baby for quite a few years and nothing. (That was such an odd feeling too. I was weepy about babies and I already had 4!) We weren't trying, we just couldn't agree on if we wanted a caboose baby. I had finally come to terms with the fact that I wasn't going to have any more children and I was ok with it. I was gonna get skinny and was seriously considering going back to school. It had been almost 6 months since I had asked Jon if we could try. I had lost some weight and that felt awesome! So, I got busy with Christmas plans and was thinking of what to do and accomplish in 2009.... little did I know!

I had been feeling kinda weird I guess you could say. The girls (Bertha* and Martha*) were feeling tingly, like they were trying to tell me something... Plus, I kept getting dizzy (remember the Titan and the Omni theatre?) and that's not like me. So, one evening I made up an excuse to run to Target and grabbed the cheapest 2 pack of pregnancy tests I could find. When I got home I went straight to the bathroom and took one. Positive immediately. I got out of the bathroom and made dinner as if nothing was wrong. After everyone was asleep I took the second one- and it too was positive. All I can think of is that I am the lucky fart who got not one but two faulty tests. I mean Aunt Flow wasn't even due for 6 more days!! So, I immediately Google the brand of tests I bought and they are notorious for false positives. I knew it! I wasn't really with child... or was I? The next morning I ran to CVS and bought 5 more tests. I went home and walked straight to my bathroom and you guessed it- I took them all. My bathroom looked like a science lab. And, one by one they all came up positive. I guess you could say I'm a little dense, seeing as it took 7 tests for me to get the hint. It took me three whole days to tell my husband. I got my first positive on December 28th and held it in til New Year's Eve. He was a little shocked to put it mildly. I went back to Target within 30 minutes of telling him and bought the new edition of What to Expect When You're Expecting and a giant bottle of pre-natal vitamins. That next week my symptoms kicked into high gear. I must say being pregnant at 34 is nothing like being pregnant in your late teens and early twenties... I kept the news to myself as long as I could telling only a few people like my Relief Society prez (since I was suddenly sleeping ALOT and kept missing church) and my hairdresser, who along with my OB assured me it was safe to color my hair. I only recently told my kiddos, who were in total disbelief and asked if they were being Punk'd! I then slowly but surely started breaking the news to the whole world! I really wanted to surprise everyone and hope I was successful! So, there you have it- The Discovery. You know I am gonna get on here and blog some more about it, but I'll shut up for now. And, I promise to blog about something other than pregnancy all the time. Scout's Honor.

*Bertha and Martha= the twins, boobs, breasts, etc etc.