Like I have said before, Matt and I never took any precautions to stop more babies after Will was born. We knew we wanted them close together and however close it happened was fine with us. I was nursing Will at the time but was really struggling to continue to do so. The two or three months before I got pregnant, I was constantly taking pregnancy tests. Ok, let's be honest- from the time I had Will, I was constantly taking pregnancy tests. I was getting kind of bummed because we conceived Will 2 weeks after deciding to try and I thought it would happen pretty fast, because I had gotten my period back(sorry, tmi) the first month after having Will.
So, as usual, I had bought a box of two pregnancy tests. Matt knew I had done this earlier in the day but we had been out running errands all day and I think he had forgotten by the end of the day.
I was mad at Matt for some reason or another. If I cannot even remember what I was mad about, it probably wasn't that important- then or now. :) I decided to take the test without telling him- because I was mad at him. I peed on the test, it immediately came up without the positive line and I threw it in the trash.
About 20 mins. later I decided to play a joke on Matt and tell him I was pregnant. So, I did. He didn't believe me, so I told him to go look in the trash.
I will never forget the next moment as long as I live. He pulled the test out of the top of the trash and this huge grin came over his face. He said, "You ARE pregnant." Now I thought he was messing with me so I said, "No, I am not. I just told you that to mess with you." Then he shows me the test.
Big 'ol fat positive line. Guess I didn't wait long enough because I was so used to the tests coming back negative. I couldn't believe it. Twenty minutes earlier, I was bummed out because ONCE AGAIN, I wasn't pregnant. Little did I know, I really WAS pregnant- just not patient enough, I guess.
So, instead of telling my husband I was pregnant, he told me.
Once I figured out it was real, I burst into tears. Now that it had ACTUALLY happened, I was scared out of my mind. But excited. Really excited. It now made sense that I had been feeling sick and why my boobs had been hurting(tmi again, sorry about that, but it is MY blog).
I think it was the best possible way to find out I was pregnant- from the very one who fathered this precious, little life.