My period was late this month. I didn't think much of it - but after a week - Aaron and I were at the grocery store and decided to buy a HPT. On Wednesday morning, I figured, what the heck, and took the test.
Because, seriously, what were the odds? It took me 4 years to bring Hulk into the world. I was probably just late because things hadn't settled down yet.
Aaron didn't want me to blog about it before the u/s - because we were in total shock. Total. Shock. The due date is 12/6 (Hulk was born on 12/5). The daycare costs alone are staggering - no matter just the fact that I. Am. Pregnant.
I called the doc (the receptionist remembered who I was and chuckled a little) and got blood work done. My first HCG was 248 - so I need to repeat it today. We are scared that we are going to have a heartbreak again (either it's ectopic or maybe a miscarriage) so I'd love as many good thoughts as you can all provide for doubling today.... and hopefully Aaron forgives me for posting this - I just need a little bloggy love!
I'm going in at 11 to get my blood drawn, and will know by 4 what the results are.