Whoa!

How do I even start this? I guess I should jump right in where things began for me. About a week and a half ago (August 31st) I started mild cramping. Very mild- As I have gotten older, this seems to happen a couple of days before my period. This went on intermittently for a couple of days, and I "felt" pretty normal- I had my regular mood swings. Unlike previous months, I did not have my psychosematic "am I pregnant" drama. I did figured the cramps were a sign that AF was on her way, and she was just letting me know a little early.

Fast forward to Friday (September 8th). I am 4 days late. This is an unusal occurence... But I could easily explain everything away- I have been exercising more, and lost some weight and that can affect you cycle... But I have NEVER been 4 days late. By the end of the day Friday, I was starting to freak out.

On the way home, I picked up an off-brand pregnancy test and took it as soon as I got home. I ripped the package open and took it. Got a negative result. Whew...

Saturday morning I woke up, still no period. Damon was not out of bed, so I went downstairs and got out the package directions and read through it carefully. Shit, I took it wrong the first time. Luckily, this package came with 2, so I took the second one. There was a faint "plus" sign. I stared in disbelief. My eyes MUST be playing tricks on me. I went back up to bed, throughoughly shaken, but determined to get another BRAND NAME test that would give me better results. I decided not to tell Damon until I had official confirmation.

So, I went through my day- grocery shopped, though I was SEVERELY distracted. I kept having to remind myself to be calm and that you would know soon enough. In fact, at one point, I had to stop, close my eyes and take a deep breath. I grabbed an EPT Digital Certainty test (which I would recommend to all ninnies like me). Everything into the basket, paid, and got the hell out of there before I had a nervous breakdown.

I managed to get home safely and put most of my groceries away before I darted to the restroom and took the test. I flipped it over until my 3 minutes were up. The time passed quite quickly, and I turned it over to reveal a single word "pregnant."

Holy Shit. I am pregnant. I am going to be a mommy... I am happy and excited, sad and scared... I am filled with every emotion possible.

I waited the entire day to tell Damon. It made me crazy, but when he walked in the door, I lifted my shirt and revealed my belly which had "Hi Daddy!" written on it. The look on his face was priceless... Actually, the looks on his face were priceless. I saw him go through everything I had gone through hours earlier.

Here I am today- It is Septemeber 11th, and I am 4 weeks and 6 days pregnant (or something very close to that). Damon and I have decided not to tell anyone until we are out of the "danger zone." This gives us plenty of time to enjoy ourselves as a couple and to make certain that we have a happy, healthy, and safe pregnancy.

I do not think it has really hit either of us. I am still having some minor cramping from time to time, and I have experienced some interesting symptoms, but overall I am pretty comfortable. I do "feel" I am going to the bathroom more, and I occasionally have a metallic taste in my mouth, and I am not very hungry... Otherwise, I am in tip top shape.

I am going to put in a call to my midwife and we will see what the next 38+ weeks. My estimated due date (from my own calculations) is May 15th. Happy Mother's Day to me.