3w6d - And so the journey begins....

Last night, my life changed. I started out the day thinking one thing, having one set of reality, hopes, desires, etc. And by the time I went to bed it was all shaken up. And everything I am doing today and will continue to do for the foreseeable future will all be different as a result of one simple act that changed my life.

Last night, I peed on a stick.

Three minutes later, that word popped up. “Pregnant.” Hubby-poo and I waited with bated breath as the iPhone timer counted down the three minutes. Beep! We wandered into the bathroom with high hopes but no expectations, and got good news. Very good news.

What? This was a PLANNED pregnancy! We wanted this.

We started thinking about this a few months ago. We did one last vacation – a trip to Costa Rica. Something where we could have action, adventure, and lots of alcohol! I seem to recall that I had just finished my last pack of hormonal birth control right after our trip. After we were back I stopped putting my body through hormonal stress and let it find its natural rhythm. That was May. We spent a few months preventing by other means (really non-fun means – like condoms! ICK!).

We started officially trying in October. No more condoms! Just after we celebrated our second anniversary we took a trip to Texas Hill Country. We went that particular weekend because the calendar said it was a good weekend to go for baby-making. It sure was! This was why I wasn’t expecting anything to happen. I thought, surely, it would take a few months. But it didn’t! So I guess it was so diligent about taking my pill all that time – apparently Hubby-poo and I are really fertile together.

The only problem is that I am not ready. Sure, emotionally I am ready. And Hubby-poo and I want this, our relationship is ready. I’m going to turn 31 this year; it’s time to take this step. But I haven’t read *anything* yet. I don’t know what I can eat, what I can’t eat, what I need to eat. Heck, I drank like a sailor all weekend, and even took a Vicodin for pain relief (like I said, I expected this to take a while – I haven’t been acting pregnant!). And here I am, four weeks after the start of my last period, with a positive pregnancy test and no clue what to do!

I know one thing, though – I am already in love with it. While I didn’t cry, seeing that little display in the screen made me happier than anything, probably ever.