Lots of crying today. Happy crying, grumpy crying, spilled-milk crying...just crying. I've been kind of hyper-emotional lately.
The crying over spilled milk (okay, iced tea, but still) is kind of self-explanatory.
The grumpy crying is over wanting to call various dear friends and have them squeal over the phone and be happy for me. At least I got to call my midwife, who did indeed squeal and dance around her living room.
So yeah, you know the happy crying now. Baby #2 should be here sometime around my birthday, so late May/early June. I didn't expect to get pregnant so easily this time. It's amazing what a line on a stupid pregancy test will do to you. I've spent the last week sick and miserable and snapping at everyone (when I'm not crying, that is). I hate being feeling like crap and having to assume that it's just PMS. Feeling like crap and knowing it's because you're pregnant is totally, 100% different. Moose and I have done lots of happy dances today, though we aren't going to tell him or our families (or, really, anyone but the midwife and you lovely imaginary internet people) for a few months yet. The hell my father-in-law put me through is a little too fresh in my mind. I need to tell SOMEONE or risk losing my mind entirely, so tag, you're it!
P.S. I had a crazily vivid dream this morning, a few hours before I took the test, of a little blond girl in a red jumper laughing and waving at me through the kitchen screen door. Any bets on gender?