My fingers are crossed. I KNOW I shouldn't be doing this yet. It's only day 28. My cycles run long. If I do this and it's negative, I'll be depressed but talk myself into testing every single day until.... but because I can never, ever, EVER wait for anything, I do it today.
For months I've been charting everything possible. My BBT, my periods, my ovulation, my fluids, my feelings, even my freakin' sex life- it's all there- charted and graphed. Very scientific. I have been peeing on some kind of stick everyday since November. I don't think I CAN even pee without a piece of plastic between my legs. But this stick, could be THE stick.
WTF? E.P.T has given me a plus sign! I feel a jolt of happiness and a surge of adreline and then.... disbelief. Really? For Real? For Sure? I'm so used to having the anti-result, I can't trust this result.
So, to tell Art right away- or do I wait a few days- just in case. I play it cool for about 5 minutes, and then he says something lame like "Who's your daddy?" and I say "Speaking of being a daddy...." He asks if I'm pregnant. I get him the pee stick. Then I poke him with it a few times because he thinks it's gross I'm holding something I peed on. I'm going to be an awesome mom!
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