Waiting...

    I am not a patient person. It's just a fact. I can't seem to change that no matter how hard I try. I am, however, a lot more patient than my 1.5 year old. We are currently waiting the obligatory two weeks before I pee on a stick. I remember how upsetting this process was the first time around and am hoping it goes more smoothly this time. Ham was conceived after lots of trying, and I was convinced that I could not possibly be pregnant when I took the test. I was so convinced that I actually threw it away before even reading the results and went back to bed. I remember digging it out of the bathroom trash and panicking because I didn't have any more tests left and wasn't sure if I could trust the positive since it had been sitting in the trash a few hours. This was before I had a car of my own, so I had to wait all day to drive over to Walgreens and buy not one, not two, but six pregnancy tests (gotta be sure) to take at home. All of them came up positive and so started my life as a mama.

    Now that I've been-there-done-that, I am trying to be a bit more calm about the whole thing. I tracked my cycle and timed everything right. I just had to sit back and relax, but honestly all I can think about is the possible baby. I have even bought a few, super cheap, baby items that I could not pass up. Hubby seems to be playing along nicely despite my erratic moods lately (a mix of hormones and weaning off my meds), and I hope that I can maintain my faux calm until I can at least test. I should find out one way or the other by Easter. Until then, I must learn to be patient.