Poppy has given Mommy quite an eventful week!

As an update to Tuesday's post, I got to feeling better by lunch time. 

I don't know how or why, but I was able to eat a normal lunch and felt great after doing so.

A few hours after lunch, while talking to Poppy's daddy, I mentioned that I really wanted some mashed potatoes. Mmmmm.. they sounded so yummy! I asked A where he was (usually if he's working close to me, I can talk him into bringing me some food!) but he was clear on the other side of town. Oh well, I guess potatoes can wait.

After hanging up the phone, however, I was still itching for some taters.. so I helped myself to some instant potato mix in the pantry (please know, I am always told to help myself!). Those "cheater" mashed potatoes, as my loving husband calls them, really hit the spot. But, just as I was taking one of the last bites, A called, "Hey love, I'm here at [an intersection close to work], do you still need those mashed potatoes?" 

Awwwwww. He came all the way across town to find me some mashed potatoes! Now that, folks, is devotion. :) It broke my heart a little to tell him I just finished a big bowl of 'em.. but he took it in stride. I think he already knows nothing comes between a pregnant mama and her craving... and lucky for me, he still stopped by for a quick visit.

Now how silly is it for me to be gushing over mashed potatoes? He wasn't bringing me a dozen long-stemmed red roses, no fancy pants night out on the town... he was simply on the hunt for some mashed potatoes, and yet it totally melts my heart. 

That night, after a very unhealthy dinner, I started feeling kinda yucky again so I opted to skip the PNV (I'm so sorry, Poppy!!) because I just couldn't even imagine choking anything else down! So we were off to bed, and much to my surprise, I woke up Wednesday feeling great!

Kinda made us both wonder if the vitamin has anything to do with me waking up sick lately? 

Wednesday was wonderful.. had a fun day with the twins at the park, they took an awesome 3 hour nap, and we met with some friends for dinner. Went home, took the PNV, and hit the hay.

Lo and behold.. I woke up this morning feeling like c-r-a-p again! Much worse than Tuesday's episode though. I couldn't even make it through the shower.. I literally just rinsed off as quick as I could and jumped out so I could curl up in a ball on the bathroom rug. My body was achy, my head was pounding, my stomach was all twisted up.. it was terrible. 

We had left A's car at our pre-dinner rendezvous point overnight, so we rode together to drop him off. While A drove, I passed out in the front seat, again curled into a ball. He woke me up when we got there, and I was seriously worried about how I would drive myself the rest of the way to work. I could hardly sit upright without feeling like I would vomit.. but somehow I managed to get to work.

And ya know what happened when I got there? The minute I opened my car door, without any sort of warning, I threw up... right there in my bosses' yard. I'm serious.. there was no warning whatsoever. And nothing I could do about it. It was terrible. 

I rinsed my mouth out, popped in a stick of gum, and went inside as if nothing had just happened. Too bad the weather man didn't call for a chance of rain today. :::gag:::

Again, by about lunch, I was feeling much better. I am certainly not feeling 100%, but much better. It makes me sad that today is so beautiful outside, I would love to spend the afternoon at the park with the girls... but I really can't.

On top of the nausea today, I had some spotting this morning that about scared the bajeezus out of me! It wasn't much, and it wasn't red.. so in my head, I knew I shouldn't get worked up over it. But I couldn't keep myself from bursting into tears when I called Andy, and then again when I talked to my PG sister, and then again when I was answering the OB nurse's questions.. and then once more, just for good measure, as I hung up the phone with the nurse.

I was terrified.

So, at the nurse's urging, I am resting and pumping myself full of fluids today... and "resting" cannot be defined by running around a park chasing 2 nearly-2-year-olds up and down playscapes, through the grass, around the swings, etc etc. Sorry girls, this beautiful, sunny day will have to be spent indoors. :(

I am happy to say, though, it seems the spotting has spotted. And I am praying like crazy it stays that way!!

Not enough energy.. or brain capacity.. to come up with a clever title.

Back before Poppy, had I woken up feeling the way I felt this morning, there's a good chance I would have called into work. 

"Sorry Boss Man, I am definitely not getting out of bed today. Hell, I may not even roll over in bed for fear of tossing my cookies. Hope the girls have a good day today. See ya. "

Ok, so I would never say that, but I definitely would have at least strongly considered staying in bed all day.

The thing is, in this pregnant-state, there's a good chance this crappy-lump-in-my-throat-pit-in-my-stomach-constantly-taking-deep-breaths-so-as-not-to-vomit feeling that has taken over will probably hang out for a while. That means calling in for feeling this terrible is not an option.

Yippee.

It started yesterday morning, and thankfully was pretty mild.

It was just this nagging queasiness... not what I would call full-on nausea. But it still wasn't fun.

I was moving slowly and breathing deeply, sipping luke warm water and nibbling on mini-Saltines. It wasn't until around 4pm that I finally felt well enough (and confident enough) to actually eat.. so I ate a bagel and felt great the rest of the day.

This morning, though... just rolling over to hit snooze almost pushed me over the edge. I lingered there, half hanging off the bed, for a minute.... trying to let my stomach catch up with the rest of me. A got up to shower and I tried to go back to sleep (like I do every morning). Nope.. wasn't working. As soon as I heard the water shut off, I asked A if he could go make me a piece of toast.

Again, in my pre-pregnant state, I would have just wanted to stay put and not even think about food... but everything I have read/heard says that an empty stomach is bad news for morning sickness, so I figured I better force something down.

My wonderful husband brought me my toast and I choked down about half of it and willed myself out of bed and into the shower.

I was miserable. I didn't wash my face or shave or even put conditioner in my hair- just the essentials... a quick rinse and a little shampoo. Once I was dressed I choked down the rest of my toast, tried to sufficiently brush my teeth without gagging (I failed), and headed for the door. No makeup, no blow dryer, no lotion, no perfume... just the essentials.

I packed up a light (bland!) lunch, then had to sit down to try and ease my stomach again.

You'd think that by skipping 70% of my morning routine, that I'd be out the door on the early side. 

Au contraire.

I had to move sooo slooooow this morning to keep from vomiting, I left nearly 15 minutes late!

Now here I am... sitting at work.. still nauseous like you wouldn't believe.

I'm really wishing I felt well enough to load the girls up and go to Walgreen's - I am desperate to see if those dang Sea Bands actually work. I may be begging A to bring me some on his lunch break.

What scares me is I am only 5w3d along.... and from what I understand, the majority of pg women say m/s lets up after the first trimester. That is like.. what? 8 more weeks?!?! Are you serious?

Come on Poppy.. cut Mommy some slack.

Dear Poppy, Mommy wants her old nose back.

So it begins.
My super-human sense of smell has kicked in.
And its not pretty.

Things that have never bothered me are now pushing me to the brink of vomiting.
Typical kitchen trash cans? Terrible!
Fixing the twins their beloved turkey meatballs? Unbearable!
Changing dirty diapers? Nauseating!
Lets keep in mind, I have changed probably upwards of 10,000 diapers. No lie. I have been wiping baby bottoms at least 5 days a week for going on 6 years. Never had a problem. Until yesterday. I was holding my breath, putting my face in my shirt, turning away, and yes.. actually gagging. Miss G (one of the twins) thought it was so funny though, that she began imitating me.. making coughing sounds for the next 15 minutes. I had to laugh though.. it was pretty cute. She'd fake-cough, look at me, and giggle. As if it was some kind of twisted game. Oh how I wish it was... and that this is as bad as it gets.

I walked into my office/craft room last night.. and immediately noticed that something smelled foul. I began looking around the room for what could be the source of the stench. There is never any food in here (per my strict rules) for fear of something being dripped/spilled on my beloved paper supplies and scrapping tools. The only drink in here right now is a bottled water. The trash can consists of only paper scraps, ribbon bits, maybe some plastic wrap. The closet in here is what we call the "baby closet" but all the clothes and things were washed before being stored. What could that smell be?
I am this.close to having A haul everything out of here to steam clean the carpets.. because that's the only thing I can think of that would be smelling so bad.
Something tells me he won't like that idea, though.
I may have to just invest in some lovely candles, or wall plug air fresheners, or something.

But its ok, Poppy.
As much as I hate gagging at the smell of every little thing, I love knowing that you're in there.
And like I said, as long as you continue to keep that all-day-sickness away, I'll do my best to be grateful for these other symptoms you throw my way.. these other little indicators that you're cookin' in there.

4 wks, 6 days pregnant.
23 days until we get to see you!

Early Pregnancy Symptoms....

I almost felt guilty this morning for wanting to come post about how I feel at this point. I didn't want to inundate my blog with pregnancy posts within just a week of finding out.. but my primary reason for creating this blog was to chronicle our journey through TTC, our pregnancy adventure, and the makings of our family. I want to remember all the ups and downs of TTC so I can always look back with a grateful heart for what we have and how we got here. I want to remember the joys and (literally) pains of pregnancy, both to use as future birth control (haha) and to not let these little stepping stones get lost in time once the wee-one arrives.
So brace yourselves... I may post more frequently these days, and probably about things that will either be boring or TMI, or both. I apologize in advance.. but this is something I want (and need) to do for myself/ourselves.

So... disclaimer behind us, here we go.

I wouldn't even be able to count how many times, in the 2ww, I would scan through a list of early pregnancy symptoms and hope that I could check off more than a few.. meaning we had to have been KTFU that cycle. I would over-analyze every pang and twinge and headache and hunger pain. Every time I could smell something strong (even while standing over the stove making dinner), I'd try to decipher whether or not my sense of smell was heightened or if I could always smell those enchiladas this well. If I had to pee in the middle of the night, I'd try to recall when the last bathroom trip was to decide whether this was of increased frequency.
I'm sure the way I dove into the world of "phantom symptoms" was detrimental to my sanity.. but I couldn't help myself. And I always thought it was so cruel of Mother Nature to make early pregnancy symptoms parallel PMS symptoms. Not very nice, MN.. not very nice.
But let me just say... "tender, swollen breasts" now are nothing like the pre-AF sensitivities. I have had to sleep in a sports bra the last 4 nights just to get a little bit comfy. DH rolled over to snuggle this morning, and I had to move away - just laying close to him was a bit painful! When they say "tender".. they are not kidding. Geez.
Frequent Urination? Check! I swear I pee at least once an hour. When my younger sister got pregnant last year and quickly started complaining about how often she had to pee.. I teased her that (I thought) it was a little premature to be experiencing that increased frequency. I always assumed that would strike later.. when the baby was big enough to actually put pressure on the bladder. Not so much. I pee all.the.time now! (I think I may owe her an apology!) And when I wake up in the middle of the night needing to go, you'd think I drank a gallon of water before bed!
Fatigue? I think there needs to be a stronger term.... severe exhaustion may describe it better. Take yesterday for example.. got out of bed around 10am, made breakfast, sat in the recliner to watch a little trash-TV (The View) and fell asleep around 1130. Not so bad... 330 rolls around, I need a nap! 930pm on NYE and I was ready to turn in for the night. I tried to make it to midnight, but fell asleep on the couch about 11pm. I have been ex-haus-ted.
I have read that headaches are another early symptom.. what with the increased blood flow and all. I have had some pretty ugly headaches, but its hard to say whether they are directly related to the little Poppy cooking in my belly... or whether they are due to the major decrease in my caffeine consumption. I tend to think it has more to do with the caffeine.. but I guess we'll never know. Either way, the headaches come on fast and furious, and are not a bit of fun.
As if the peeing and headaches and fatigue and sore bb's were not enough... the bloating is ridiculous. Ree-diculous. I am 4 weeks and 4 days pregnant. That is all. So why are my pants so tight by the end of the day? Because I am bloated to the size of a beluga. That's why. DH even commented on it the other day.. "Already gettin' a little belly?" Nope love, that's not baby.. its just bloat. Nice.
And the most pleasant early symptom of all.... oh, the constipation. This is no joke, my friends. It is bad. And I will leave it at that.

I hear the bloating lets up after a while.. so I am looking forward to returning to my old self again, just in time to start the "Is she pregnant or just chubby?" stage. The fatigue should let up after the first Tri, just to return with a vengeance in the 3rd. But I will live it up in between, that's for sure! I anticipate once I wean myself of the caffeine, my headaches will subside. And I am hoping the constipation doesn't last long. The bb's and frequent urination may stick around a while, but thats ok. Its bearable.
But I can honestly say, I will take all these symptoms for the duration (without complaining too much) if little Poppy promises to keep the nausea and morning sickness at bay. Hear that little Poppy, Mommy doesn't want to be sick, okay? Bring on the bloat, just keep that m/s away!

Happy New Year!!!!

A and I have had a fantastic year.

In January, we bought our first real home. I say "real" because it was our really our 2nd house purchase, but the first was a "flip" so we had no intentions of staying there long. We bought the first house suuuuper cheap as a HUD, fixed it up a bit, and sold it a year later. This house, however, we planned on being in for a while. Its much closer to both our jobs, in a quiet neighborhood in a cozy cul-de-sac.. feels much more like home than the first.
In February, I became a first-time aunt (for my side of the family) when my sweet niece Sydnee was born. She has been the light of our family and we have loved watching her grow!

Then, in May we were married.
As I'm sure everyone says, our wedding day was a dream come true.
Everything was perfect and it was so amazing to stand in front of all our loved ones and commit ourselves to one another. Truly a fairytale day for me (and A, though he acts a bit more macho about it!).

We honeymooned in Vegas and had a BLAST! I can't wait to go back.
By the second day there, we had decided we were eager to start our family,
so we devised our baby plan and got to TTC almost right away!

In October, my older sister found out she was finally pregnant after a couple years of trying.
We are SO THRILLED for her and her husband!!!(Best picture I could find of her on my comp, she is holding baby Sydnee)

Then, on Christmas this year, of course - we found out we too are expecting our first.

Though we have certainly seen a few hardships this year,
I can honestly look back and say 2008 was the best year of my life.
So many incredible milestones,
and ending the year with a little Poppy in my belly...
I couldn't be more grateful for what 2008 brought to our life.

I hope that everyone has a wonderful day today,
reflecting on your own blessings of the year.
And I sincerely hope 2009 holds nothing but joy and love,
good health and happiness for all of you.
Happy New Year!!!

The Cat is Out of the Bag!

So much for waiting until we see the heartbeat.
We told the ILs on Saturday by taking a picture of the digital, and wrapping it up with 2 onesies - one said "Grandpa is my hero", the other said "Grandma has all the answers". Haha. They were very excited, but said they already knew. Wish they would have told me.. maybe I wouldn't have gotten so drunk on Christmas! ;) We told my dad the next morning, and he was thrilled as well. Aside from the parents, everyone else in our little world has found out one way or another - we told our nearest and dearest, but I seem to have forgotten how word spreads like wildfire in a small town. :) But it has been fun seeing/hearing people's reactions!!

At this point, I could probably count on my two hands how many people don't know.
But that's ok. Whatever will be, will be.. telling people won't change anything.
I like to think of this (sharing the news) as our way of thinking positively, and luckily so far, we've both been very positive and optimistic and hopeful.
There hasn't been much of the nagging worry I hear about from so many newly pregnant couples - we are just over the moon excited!

The one point that has been weighing on my mind related to "poppy" (as DH has taken to calling the baby), is my job. When hiring me over 5 years ago, my employers mentioned that one of their criteria was someone without children, or who wasn't interested in bringing their children to work. I was this young, energetic, unwed, childless woman with a few years experience who could be at their beck and call for sitting or late hours - I was the perfect candidate for their family, and they hired me on the spot. Now, I am married with other non-work interests and obligations, with a baby on the way. Not their ideal candidate from 5 years ago, but I hope that the relationship and trust we have built up all this time will stand for something.. along with the fact that they are now parents of 3, not first-timers. They have been through the preschool circuit (with their older daughter) and now can see the benefits of group care.. so who knows, maybe they'll surprise us and let me work after the baby is here, bringing the baby with me. The twins will be 2 1/2 by then, far more independent, probably potty trained... I could do it. I just hope they'll let me.
A and I have been discussing when and how I should tell them, what I should say, if I should make any suggestions or put my wishes out there - I have been back and forth about what to do. Our original plan was for me to tell them this Friday, when I return to work. They would need to know soon because obviously my surgery has been canceled and there will be days I need to miss for OB appts and such. So, we figured it would be best to just let them know what is going on right away.
However, I had a terrible dream last night that when I showed up on Friday and I finally saw an opportunity to share the news, they were both so stunned that they didn't know what to say and I ended up being very hurt and disappointed by their reactions. So after that, I woke up this morning and decided I should call the mama this morning and tell her.. that gives them 4 days to get used to the idea before they have to react in person. So, I did. She was very excited for us, and started talking to me about how she felt early in her pregnancies, and told me to just keep them informed - let them know if I'm feeling bad, or when appts are, and said I am welcome to nap in the guest room during the twins' naps because she knows how hard it can be to get through the day with all the fatigue and exhaustion. As far as my future employment goes, though, nothing was said. I didn't really expect an extended job offer on the spot, and I don't even anticipate them having made a decision by Friday - but hanging up the phone, I still had a lump in my throat, worried about whether or not I should be lining up other job opportunities.

For now, I am going to try not to worry about it. I will discuss it a little further with them on Friday, or early next week - to sort of gauge what they're thinking at this point... and if worse comes to worse, I guess I have plenty of time to figure something else out.

Our first OB appt and sonogram (woohoo!) is Jan 27th. 29 days.. a new sort of waiting game.
I am feeling very well so far - not much different, in fact. The only things I have noticed are my super-sensitive boobs (I have to sleep in a sports bra to be even a little comfortable!) and this crazy bloating! Other than that, I feel great!!! I know its still very early though, so I am just hoping this lasts a while!!
This all still feels a little surreal to me... in fact, today is the first day I didn't POAS since the 25th, and thats just because I ran out. If I had one here, I'm sure I would have done it.

4w1d

Merry Christmas!

Well, look at that!!!
I'm pregnant.
Oh my....! After 8 long months, we are finally pregnant!!!
It was a long road to get here, and I just pray to God that this little BabyO sticks!
So, here's how it went down.....
The plan was for us to test the evening of Christmas, once all our familiy festivities were complete. We both agreed it would be so awesome to be able to share such good news on Christmas, but we didn't want to run the risk of having to smile through crushing disappointment should we get another BFN (like we did Thanksgiving).
However, I woke up Christmas morning to a huge temp drop and decided there was no point to test this time, since AF would surely be there that day or by morning.
I was rather disappointed, but didn't let myself get too upset on Christmas - instead, I just drank my troubles away. Seriously, the whole day, I had nothing but liquor or coffee to drink.. or even coffee with liquor. So once we finished up all the family celebrations, we went to see Marley & Me with my sister and BIL (which was sooo sad, BTW!). When we got home, I was getting ready for bed and thought it felt so strange to not be testing this cycle... I have tested every cycle, and even though I knew I would just see another BFN, I decided to just waste the $5 bucks and POAS for the heck of it. Unfortunately, I didn't really have to go to the bathroom, so I barely P'dOAS at all, and I was convinced I probably wouldn't even see one line. I set the test down and went to finish getting ready for bed... I came back in the bathroom a few minutes later to pick up a little, and when I picked up the test to throw it away - I flipped out. There were TWO LINES!!!!
Oh. My. God.
2 Lines.
And all I did was drink all day?? Because I was so sure we were out this cycle. Earlier in the day, DH and I had even discussed our "reevaluation" appt that is set for Monday, and when would be the best time for his SA in January!
But that was all moot now, because there are TWO LINES.
I yelled for A to come in there (because my sis and BIL are staying with us, so I couldn't go running through the house screaming like a lunatic, like I wanted to do). He came in there and I just pointed at the test. He looked at it a second.. then looked at me.. and slowly said "What does that mean?" I told him to read it (keep in mind, there are examples/instructions right on the test!). He looked at it again then said "You read it!".. I told him I already did. And it says we're pregnant. He sat there a second, grinnning ear to ear, and said "Are you sure?". I laughed and pointed out the instructions.. "Look. Two Lines. Pregnant." His response, "Oh my God, It's Christmas. And we're pregnant!"
He has never hugged me so tight... We were both just in shock.
After standing in the bathroom for a few minutes, shaking and crying and hugging, we decided to go wake up my sister to tell her. She was super shocked and excited for us as well.. and it is so wonderful to think we'll have little cousins that are only 3 months apart!!! Yay!
My sister convinced me to call my mom - so I did. Celebrated with her for a few minutes on the phone.. then just sat in shock in our room.
We can't believe it.
We are finally pregnant.
We seriously could not be any happier.
I can't imagine a better Christmas gift!!!

According to FF, I am 3w5d today, EDD September 6.
Thank God.

And thank you, all of you, for your unending support and encouragement along the way!
And KC - I am praying hard for you and your H this cycle!!!! You're always in my thoughts!! GL!

Sweet mother of pearl.
We're having a baby!
Merry Christmas, everyone!!!

Oh My Stars!

9 dpo. Today is 9 dpo. 

That makes tomorrow 10dpo. 

I'm itching itching to test, but I promised my husband we would wait to test until Christmas night (so as to avoid the same kind of heartbreak that ruined Thanksgiving should we get a BFN). 

I don't know if I can keep my promise. 

I think I am going to tell him to hide all my tests, because I seriously cannot be trusted.

I want to know so bad!

And I have all these crazy little things making me think I just have to be KU.

For instance, I cried this morning hearing that Taylor Swift Romeo & Juliet, Love Story whatever song. I mean, come on! I have heard that song 3945756 times and never so much as teared up. Today, cried. With tears.

Ok, so I know - crying at a cute song on the radio is not a strong (or even a weak) indicator of pregnancy.. but just let me dream, ok?

A keeps reminding me to not get my hopes up - and I just keep reminding him that as long as we are trying to get pregnant, my hopes will always be up. I will always be hopeful. Yes, some days I am exceptionally bitter and depressed - but still, there is always a little hope tucked away somewhere. How could there not be? When we want something so badly, and are doing everything in our power to get it - how could I not get my hopes up? But, I do love the fact that he is trying to guard me from the part when I come crashing back down to reality after only seeing one line. 

There will be 2 lines this time. I am hopeful. 

I am all kinds of fidgety today, and my mind is racing around the idea that I could, if we were testing tomorrow, I could find out we are with-child. In less than 24 hrs, our lives could change. But they won't.. because I promised I'd wait. Dang it!! 

Hopefully once my sister is in town with us, I will be so distracted with all our festivities and her 3 big, crazy dogs that I won't think about testing every.single.second. But, something tells me I will see her cute little 16 week belly and want to test that much more!

Oh my stars.. this is torture. 

Saturday Post 2 of 2: Before and After Photos

Kitchen First.
When we moved in, the kitchen had these terrible faux-wood Formica counters. Bleh.
A was able to get us some beautiful granite tile to replace it with, so in June (June) we ripped out the old stuff. He did all the tile-prep work fairly quickly (new plywood, new hardi-backer boards, etc), so for that last 7 months, we've had concrete countertops. Lovely, huh?
We decided to replace our old sink and faucet as well, so before the counters were completed, the new sink was basically just propped up so we could use it, but not really 'installed'. Just this past week, he finally had the time to tile the counters and install the sink - and I loooove how it turned out! He still needs to tile the backsplash, but at least now we have a fully-functional kitchen!

Before (kind of, we already removed drawers)
During - no sink, no counters!

After!! New counter, new sinks, new handles/pulls!

Now, our bathroom.
I already posted the completed tile around our tub and shower, but I didn't have the "before" photos loaded at that time.. so here they are.
We had just the boring builder white tiles before, and now have 12" tile, and an added "nook" for shampoos and things. We had the glass installed this week - so all our bathroom needs now is new floors and it will be d-o-n-e. Luckily, A won't be ripping out the current floors until he is ready to install the new ones. I wouldn't allow it. ;)
Don't let the photo of me "working" fool you - I helped for all of 10 minutes before I got frustrated with how slow and weak I was and decided to leave it up to the professional.
I still don't have a photo of the glass - but, it looks like a glass shower enclosure! Nothing fancy, just silver edges and clear glass (not fogged in any way). I'm sure you can use your imagination! ;)

Another Kind-Of-Before: we started removing the glass
Workin' Hard!!
Actually workin' hard!
The beautiful new tile!!

My husband sure is handy. And I sure do love him for it!
I love him for many other reasons too, of course, but being a handy man is certainly on the list!!

Saturday Post 1 of 2: Seriously??

That's how I feel today... "Seriously?"
As in - I went to wash the guest sheets before my sister comes to town - but apparently didn't start the washer. Stripped the bed, put everything in the wash, added detergent and just walked away. Awesome. My husband noticed this when he went to advance the laundry about an hour later - hooray.
Then, lunch time rolls around. We made ourselves some pierogies and some broccoli with cheese, started yesterday's Ellen on the DVR and just as I went to sit down, I dropped my glass of tea on the wood floor and it broke. Of course. I don't know what the heck happened, I didn't bump into anything.. it didn't really slip.. I just dropped it. Seriously?
An hour or so later, I went to take a couple photos of our kitchen counters so I can brag on my hubby (in post 2 of 2 to come) but had to move some wine bottles out of the way first. So, I am putting them in our wine fridge, and what do ya know? That lovely bottle of 'red table wine' we bought on the wine trail last week - yep, just dropped it, too. For no apparent reason.. it just went crashing to the tile floor. Red wine and glass everywhere. Fantastic.

What is my deal today? Seriously?

7dpo today. Woohoo. We will be testing Christmas Night. That would be CD12.
We were going to wait til the next morning, or even not test early at all - but if there's a chance for us to have a "Christmas BFP", we're going to take it. 5 days til testing. Eek.

And I have to say - K, Congratulations Love. We are so so happy for you!!!