This Thursday, I woke up and took my temperature like I have almost everyday for the past 5 months. It was 98.33, up several tenths of a degree from the morning before. See, DH and I have been trying for a baby since July and I've been charting, taking vitamins and herbs, and obssessing every month like a fool. The first month I thought it might happen right away. After that reality shock, I began coming up with all the infertility issues I might have. Endometriosis. PCOS. Blocked tubes. I googled and researched and made myself miserable just wondering. This month, I decided I didn't care. I didn't test to see when I was going to ovulate, I drank diet Coke and sweet tea and Starbucks. I didn't let myself go near the idea of getting pregnant.

So, Thursday morning, I woke up and took my temperature. I went to the bathroom and thought, 'Hey, I have some extra tests from last month. I've waited this long. Why not?" I peed on the stick, set it down to wash my hands, and prepared to stare at a stark white test window, but in less than a minute a line began to appear beside the control line. I sat down on the edge of the bathtub, shaking. The line got dark. I tore open the test and pulled out the strip. Yep, an extremely obvious line.

"I'm pregnant," I said to no one in particular.

I showered and got ready for school in a daze. I called the doctor and got an appointment. I took 2 more tests, which were positive.  That evening, I bought a bib that said "I Love Daddy" and presented it to my husband, who first looked at me in disbelief and then started crying. Priceless! I called my sister that night and told her she was going to be an aunt.  I told my parents last night. My mom started screaming and my dad said, "I think I need to sit down." lol

So, anyways, I'm going to be a mommy. :)

I was just listening to this song (see: currently listening) and it really took my back--to when I was 16 years old.

It's a long story and would be hard to understand unless you knew me, but I had just been forced to break up with my boyfriend--my first boyfriend--and I had fallen head over heels in love, as people usually do with their first love. I was devestated. I just felt like things were not over. There was no closure.

I posted the lyrics to this song on livejournal (back when livejournal was the cool blogging place) and got several anonymous comments saying things like: "If you're smart, you'll stay away from him."  My head said, "Ya know, maybe you should. Maybe he's not right for you. How could he be? He was your first boyfriend!"

But I chose to follow my heart. My heart said (at 16 years old mind you) he's the one.  Now, almost 8 years later, we've been married for 2 years. We dated all through the rest of high school, through 4 years of college and then got married 2 weeks after I graduated.  I've never had one regret. In fact, besides being born again, it's the best decision I've ever made.

He is the best I've ever had. He always will be.