We're having a . . .

Unicorn!

Well, at least that's what we're having until the time being.  I swear, I feel a horn (or is a corn?) and hoofs in there.  Ok, not really but sometimes the cramping down in my ute feels kind of odd and pokey.  And the bloating, trust me, that must be caused by a horn planted on my unicorn's head.

As for what we're really having, why do people keep asking?  Isn't it common knowledge that you don't find out until well into your your time as a woman with child?  Geez peeps, I'm only 7 weeks, I have plenty of time to figure it out.

Best news of the century

Well, that is if you're my husband and I.  The truth must come out.  I am pregnant.  Yes, that's right.  Sperminated, knocked up, with child.  Due to explode out of my body at high speeds on August 3.

Trying to get pregnant made me an obsessive over-achiever, you should be glad all of that is over.  Seriously, it was not pretty.  Green tea, pomegranate juice, Preseed, Fertility Friend, Taking Charge of Your Fertility and charting.  If it was known to help your chances on The Bump, I was going to try it.  No going willy-nilly about this getting knocked up thing.

They tell you to try to wait until 10 days after ovulation.  It's still a success if you wait until the night before, right?  The test was very sneakily taken, as in, don't tell the Mr. that I'm taking it or he will make fun of me for it (lovingly, of course).  Much to my surprise, I needed him.  That second line was definitely an evaporation line, right?  Wrong, that was a second line, a real live honest to goodness line.  A line that could only be confirmed after about eleventy billion tests.