A little bit of luck.

I can't even believe that I'm about to type these words...

I'm pregnant. 

There, I said it!

OMG! 

We've been trying for awhile.  And I started charting my BBT in late January.  Since February 2nd, I have been experiencing the longest, most painful cycle of waiting and wondering.  I was so upbeat, only to be knocked down by several negative tests.  Then I realized that maybe I ovulated later than the magical software was telling me (probably considering I was on cycle day 40 by that point with no period in sight!) and I was a bit more optimistic again.  I could not believe my eyes though when I finally caved and got up the courage to test again. 

I had taken the day off, March 17th 2011, in order for our electrician to come back for *hopefully* the last time and finally install the smoke detectors mandated by our village.  I was now at 16 days past this newest ovulation date and convinced that it was more likely that something was wrong with me.  I temped at my usual time and dozed.  I waited until I heard my husband and the pooch head out for their morning walk, flipped on the light, peeked at my thermometer... temp is still high.  What the heck?!  Then it was off to the bathroom to pee on a stick.  Back to bed to wait the necessary 3 minutes.  Deep breaths.  Time to look.  I saw two lines and immediately my hand went to my mouth.  I could not believe it.  OMG!

I dove back in bed, awaited the return of my husband, all the while wondering: do I tell him now?!  What if I wait until after her gets home from work, buy a little gift, surprise him.  I decided that as cute as that would be, I could *not* wait.  He returned from the walk, went about his business.  I snuck the test over to my bedside table.  Since he was dawdling so much, I called down to him and asked where my morning cuddle was.  The poor guy was trying to be nice and let me sleep in and I was having none of it.  Since I was awake he told me to come downstairs with him until he had to leave for work.  I stealthily grabbed the test and managed to make it down the stairs before him.

I put the test at his spot on the kitchen table.  When he wandered over, he saw it there.  Looked at it and said "Whattt?"  To which I smiled and wished him a Happy St. Patrick's Day.  I cried.  We hugged.  He couldn't stop smiling. 

We are so so excited.  We are the only 2 people in this world that know.  It's fun having such a life-changing secret.  :)  We will tell our parents soon, but probably not until after our first Doctor's appointment.  I will definitely have to tell my best girlfriend before then or I might just explode.  For now we are enjoying the moment.

Aside from being more tired and more hungry, I feel great.  I pray that this little bean sticks.