What am I talking about here? Well, I'd been having one of those "I feel fat, ugly, and old months" and mentioned this to a couple of my friends last night. One of them turned to me and said, "You know you could be pregnant." I think I said something like, "No, no, it's just a bad haircut" or something as equally dismissive. But...the seed had been planted. On the way home I was thinking that maybe I would take a test, just to be sure. I had an extra one from a 2-pack I had previously purchased anyway. I told Beau I'd take it in the morning (since that's the recommended time to do it), but he said he wanted to be there regardless. And so I decided to quick do it before I went to bed.

...I think my exact words were COMEHERECOMEHERECOMEHERECOMEHERE. I really and truly couldn't believe it. Beau came in, I showed him the test, and we were both so excitedly dumbfounded. We had anticipated a long wait to get pregant after what happened the first time with Luke, so although this wasn't entirely unexpected, it...was. I didn't sleep AT ALL last night.

It's so crazy being pregnant the second time around. It's just as surprising and exciting as the first time, but you feel like you should know already know the deal, accept it, and move on to looking forward to the rest of the pregnancy. But there is SO MUCH going through my mind right now. Things that I didn't have to or know to think about the first time, like: How far apart will this make my kids? Is that a good spread? Will they be friends? Oh my goodness, Luke has to move to a big boy bed now. Where are we going to put his room? I'm going to have to move my office. How far along is this baby? Did I do anything bad when I didn't know I was pregnant? Wow. Another baby. Wow. Wow. Wow.

We are all (yes, we told Luke) so terribly excited here. I'll let you know how far along I am after I go to the doctor. The test turned pink pretty darn fast, so that's definitely different than the first time!