It all started around the 3rd of January, after the busy holidays. My friend Jill called and said, "I am calling you because I haven't talked to you in over a week, and I feel like you are pregnant!" I nearly choked on my own saliva. "You are definately on CRACK! I am not pregnant." The weeks came and went, and I blogged a whole bunch about how I am terrified of having more babies. For those of you who don't know, I had a rough pregnancy. I had 4 ultrasounds by the time I was 5 months pregnant. It was rough!
Well, sometime last week I noticed that my period still hadn't shown up. I mentioned it to Pedro who was ecstatic. "Go get a pregnancy test, I want to know!"
To which I replied, "No, I'll wait until mid-week, I am sure it'll be here then."
Since I am still nursing, My period is always a little late and I know it always shows up. I started doing the math, and I was really late, like REALLY late, like 15 days late.
Oh My God!
I went and got a test, peed a little on a stick and a little on my hand. Before I could put it down...BAM 2 pink lines.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I am officially carrying my second baby! I went to the Dr. yesterday for a blood test and yup, sure thing, as preggo as a girl can be at 8 weeks.
I am scared to death, a lot shocked, and very excited all at once. I am still nursing my boy and plan to until he hopefully weans sometime before baby 2 arrives. So that is the scoop. Again, sorry about the lame posts since last week. It was hard to write about anything without "spilling the beans". Keep your fingers crossed that this pregnancy is smoother than the last.