9 Days

9 Days.  That's how long I've known that I'm pregnant.  I have to keep reminding myself because it doesn't feel real yet.  I still have the test strip, mainly just because it's the only proof I have right now.  Actually, I should say, I still have one of the four test strips.  Yes, I took four tests - really only three because I didn't read the instructions on one so it was invalid.  I had a really cheap strip that I hadn't used before that I tried first.  I felt the results were inconclusive, so I tried another one.  I still wasn't sure I believed the extremely faint second pink line, so we had to go out and buy a digital test.  I drank a lot of water while we were out getting it.  I didn't hold the first digital test in long enough, so it erred out.  Great use of $5, Ang.  Luckily, there was a second one in the box, so I got that one out and it very quickly flashed "Pregnant".  I was so happy.

Here's the proof, times three.

Matthew had a horrible cold.
He's not actually stoned here.

I called the doctor the next day.  I know there's not much they can do right now, but I kind of thought they still had first time moms come in right away.  Aren't there things I should know?  I guess not, though.  My appointment isn't for another month.

In the meantime, I'm trying not to worry, but it just seems like there are so many things that could go wrong in the next 8 months (and beyond).  I caught Matthew's cold, so I already got over the illusion that I would go the whole time without any medication.  I think I'm mostly better now, though.

So, while I don't really feel any different right now, I'm cruising Pinterest for ideas for the baby room and reading about all of the stuff we have to get.  We're really trying to cut out unnecessary objects around the house, so a baby will be a big test of our commitment to that cause.  I'm looking forward to a couple of weeks when I should start feeling different, rather than have to remind myself constantly that this is finally happening!