Holy shit. It's positive.

Peeing on sticks is funny. There's really no graceful way to do it. And what's even funnier (or scary actually) iis that one urine-soaked stick can change your life. FOREVERRRRR. Then of course you pee on a few more sticks just to make sure you aren't imagining things (since, for once in your life you want it to be positive.)

So--here's our succession of events:

Day 1: pee on stick. Stick reads negative. My heart feels sad but I know its still a bit early to Mr. Stick to detect any HCG (the pregnancy hormone) in my pee. I resolve to try again in a few days.

Day 2: I'm anxious, feeling emotional and decide to go ahead and try Mr. Stick again. Stick reports POSITIVE results. I smile and show it to hubby. I feel dazed, like I am floating on a cloud. I call my mama--she's excited too. Hubby and I go to the aquarium to celebrate where I end up crying during the dolphin show.

Day 4: Using my "first pee o' the morning" I pee on the third stick just to make sure I am not getting excited over a false-positive (which, by the way are rare.) Holy shit. It's positive. I then go back to bed and kiss my hubby.

Days 4-8: Randomly smiling, with bouts of nausea (not sure if its from the prego hormones or my nervousness instead.) Sometimes I forget I am pregnant until I remember I can't drink coffee. Shit.

Day 9: Pee on another stick (I had a bunch in the bathroom cabinet...why waste them?) Positive. This is getting real. My body is working hard to create a person and a whole other organ, the placenta. Wowza. No wonder I am exhausted all the time.