I went to the Dr. and she talked to me for a while. Asked me some questions, and said "well, how do you feel about being pregnant?" Just like that. My eyes were huge. I told her "We've been really hoping this would happen for a long time, but it caught me by surprise" She smiled and said I was about 8 weeks...Holy Cow...That's 2 months. That leaves me approximately 7 months to get ready. I won't be ready! Wait, shouldn't she do something more than just talk to me?
So I asked her, if I needed any further tests, and she said "No. You took 2 tests, and they were positive. Make an appointment with the OBGYN, and Congratulations!"
At this point I'm afraid if I say it too much or too loud it will all come un-true. It will be taken away from me. Or it'll be a false alarm. I've only told my family and a small group of friends. I feel the need to whisper it, just in case it isn't really happening to me.
I have an appointment on the 23rd, and I really hope I can at least hear a heartbeat, or have the OBGYN confirm that it's true. Maybe then I will be certain that I'm not just dreaming. We've wanted this for so long, and I almost can't believe it. The moments where I completely believe it, those are some wonderful moments. I can't wait to go to the Dr. That's the first time I've ever said that. Thank God for this.