Welp I found out last Monday Nov. 8^th , IM PREGNANT!!!

I’d been feeling kinda funny for about or week or two. It was one of those feelings that just wouldn’t go away. I think from having Taylor I just knew the feeling. With her I found out because I was getting sick EVERY SINGLE MORNING. This hasn’t happened…yet. My stomach just felt odd. Sometimes after I would eat I would feel a little nauseous. I was been being extra careful at work, since I work around radiation, and told Jason “no” when he asked if I wanted to ride rides at the fair.

I thought maybe it was all in my head, but the feeling wouldn’t go away.

My lady friend that visits once a month was supposed to be making an appearance so I tried to wait for that before I took any test. I thought it should have come around Tue or wed and by Friday still nothing. So on my way home from work I stopped and bought a test. I rushed home thinking Jason was probably going to the gym so I would have plenty of time and whose car is in the driveway when I pull up? My husbands of course.

I really didn’t want him to know I was taking the test, especially if it was false so I left the test in the car and decided to take it the next morning when he went to the gym.

Saturday rolls around and as soon as he leaves I run out to get the test from the car and to my surprise the car is gone!!!! Jason took it because his car was blocked in….AHHH!!!

By this point im just getting frustrated that I have the dang test and haven’t been able to take it yet!!

Sunday was a lazy day and we both stayed home….another day with no test.

Finally Monday comes and since I had the day off I took Taylor to school and by the time I got back Jason had already left for work. I’d put the test in the house the night before JUST IN CASE he took my car again.

As soon as I walked in the door I ran to the bathroom to take the test. I made myself wait the two minutes the direction say to wait before looking at the results and sure enough…..positive.

I crawled back in bed and wrapped my self in covers so I could process the information. Then I cried. They weren’t sad tears. They were scared tears. Scared of starting all over again when Taylor is about to be 11. Scared of the physical pain I still remember from having Taylor. Scared of what Jason was going to say. By the end they were happy tears. I’ve been so afraid of having to have the hysterectomy and not getting to have a child with my husband.

That was weeks ago. By now I have told both my mom and Taylor and his family. Of course we are all excited!! I went to the doctor this past Monday and they told me I was 7 ½ weeks along. My due date is July 12^th as of right now. Everything is going well and I haven’t started putting weight on yet, but I certainly haven’t been watching it. I can’t. I crave too much!!! I am nauseated a lot but I never get sick and I just got some vitamin B6 which I understand helps with the sick feeling.