So, I havent posted in a few days because honestly, I'm still trying to drag my butt off the floor from when I first found out.
Lets rewind to last week, when I was blissfully unaware of this up and coming responsibility. I was preparing to figure out how I was going to fund raise to ADOPT. Not birth, ADOPT. Then, a funny thing happened. Or, a painful thing rather. My gallbladder started freaking the heck out. That typically only happens when I'm pregnant. Of course I was all cocky...being on the pill and all (LOESTRIN people...stay away!!!) and thought for sure this is just a coincidence and I forgot about it. Until I couldnt anymore. Then the cramps started coming at a time they shouldn't have...and I knew.
So I bought a pregnancy test...or six. Every one was positive. Not even a "hold it up to the light to really see a line" positive. They were there and undeniable. Hubs and I are in shock. Of course, babies are blessings, but seeing that extra line was a record screech.
Thinking back three years, hubs and I remembered that I conceived Baby A on the same birth control. All along I felt it wasn't strong enough (I'll spare the gory details as to WHY I felt that way), but I was going to bring it up with my dr at my next appointment. Funny. Or not...