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
Just as I was closing the door too her room, Olivia stood up in her crib and said "ni mo". Could be babble, could be her attempt at "Night mom". In my world, it's the latter. I am happy :-)
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