PREGNANT?!?

I woke up on Monday, December 3, 2007 very tired after a night of restless sleep. That is not unusual for me on a Monday morning after staying up late and sleeping in all weekend, so when Sunday night rolls around, I just can't get to sleep. Pete, who usually gets up before me, was still asleep, but I had given up on trying to sleep and got up to start my morning ritual. This morning started a little different than most. I had a "First Response" test waiting in the drawer, and figured I might as well get the facts. Though I knew there was the scientific possibility I could be pregnant, I was certain I couldn't actually be. I didn't have to wait more than a few seconds to see two very distinct pink lines, which undeniably meant one thing: PREGNANT!

I poked Pete and before he could really open his eyes, I said, "Hey, I'm pregnant..." , my disbelief obvious in the emphasis on that word...PREGNANT! We were both surprised and happy...and tired. I immediately decided that now that I was sleeping for two, the only responsible thing to do was to call into work for the morning, miss my weekly department meeting, and climb back under the covers and get a few more hours of sleep.