Yesterday I woke up at 2:00 AM and had a terrible urge to relieve myself... i slid out from under the arm of baby number three and stumbled out of bed, walked to the bathroom, and decided for no apparent reason to take an EPT (i usually have them in the medicine cabinet, because we natural family plan and you never know) I wasn't late for Aunt Flo and i wasn't feeling anything but the need to pee!
I did my deed closed up the cap and set it on the tub and watched as the blue dye flowed across the window, slowing at the + mark and then leaving no trace of a positive result. I breathed a sigh of relief and dozed off a bit on the toilet... when I looked up again i notice a faint blue line had appeared ::loss of consciousness::
Just kidding i didn't faint, but i did have a small panic attack, and saw the last year of my life with B3 pass before my eyes (he is my very definition of a hard baby!!!).
I went back to bed slowly slid under the covers next to the ticking time bomb baby, shook the old man awake, and handed him the test. He blinked at it a few times, then seemed to fall back asleep. I said wake up (in a rather harsh tone) and he said sleepily, the more i look at it the more it looks like there is a line there.
At that I laugh because it was just to much... husband is so funny when he is half asleep, and he doesn't even know it ( i later told him his comment and he didn't even remember me showing him lol)
We talked about it in the morning and i mentioned my disappointment in being pregnant, and how i am completely flabbergasted because out of all the months that we could have gotten pregnant this was the least likely month for it to happen (lets just say we have been to tired to make babies). He agreed it was a surprise and then said at least we know it will be a girl. I conquered and we named her Murry (short for Miranda, a Serenity reference)
And our Four Banger baby begins her journey (A throwback to my VW days)
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