I've been hiding

well...not really.

When we got home from Alabama, I had a sneaking suspicion that perhaps I was pregnant. I was definitely late. So I took a test when I got home, and was not surprised to see it say Positive.

Surprised? no.
Scared? yes. YES! YEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!

Ever since the ectopic pregnancy, and all of the surrounding drama, every time I've been even a day late, I have been concerned about being pregnant. Yes, there was a lot going on last year, and I missed any signs of being pregnant until I got to the ER and was told that I was.

This time has been different though. For one, I told Scott immediately. As in, I woke him up at 4 am and said, "Are you asleep?" (not very nice of me, I admit!)
For two, in the car on the drive from Alabama, Scott was eating something and I thought I was going to hurl from the smell alone.
For three, I have had a few bouts of "if I could just throw up how much better I would feel"

so of course I have been researching myself to death, after finding a doctor who could see me...and I have an appointment tomorrow to hopefully get a sonogram and who knows, maybe even see a heartbeat (well, THEY will...I will have to take their word for it).

I have put this in God's hands...for there is no place else for it to be. I am hopeful that I will float out of my appointment tomorrow with Baby on Board.

and for the record...I am sure it's another boy, which I am okay with, and even have a sneaking suspicion that there might be two in there (won't that be a trip!!!)...and even if I am going to be high risk because I will be 40 when I deliver, I am excited! stay tuned...