I was training for the Racine Half Ironman when, just one month before the date of the race, I found that second line (albeit faint) on the pregnancy test. I thougth I would cry uncrontrollably with joy, but I just walked downstairs to show my husband. "So, you're almost pregnant?". Well, I ran to the store and bought another pack of tests and then had four faint pink lines. I was knocked up, in the family way, up the duff. I am blogging about it, mainly for friends and family, but also because I am still in shock that this is all real. I have to write it down
I am having more vivid dreams lately. Not pleasant ones. These hormones make me dream the stuff horror films are made of. Why can't I dream of ponies and rainbows?
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