So I'm still holding my breath here. It's been such a weird experience. I always envisioned getting a positive pregnancy test, screaming, crying, and jumping around. Followed by a sentimental moment in my husband's arms. But, I think I've ruined it for myself. I've read too much and know too much. So instead, I am biting my lip with cautious excitement. Wiggling in my seat with apprehension. But no screaming and crying.
The closest I got was last night in my car, singing at the top of my lungs to Lovefool by the Cardigans. Not typical for me and NOT a pretty sight.
Little things keep slipping out. Like when I said to my husband, "We'll have a baby by next Thanksgiving," or "The test says I'm still pregnant. Whoa, I'm pregnant?" But it's still hard. I think it will feel real when we tell our families. Which, incidentally, I think will happen this weekend. My husband's parents will be in town visiting, so there's no way we will be able to keep it a secret (we're both terrible at keeping secrets). So once we tell them, of course I'll want to tell my family. And then, after that...it's out in the open and will feel oh-so-much more real. Wow.
In the meantime, this helps: