The rabbit is half-dead

...and apparently, I am sort of pregnant.

I've been dying to write about this, but had to tell all family first, and even that had to wait a few days. It's good that I've had a little time to cool down. Here's what happened.

Last week, my period didn't come the day it was due. I took a test and it was negative. Three days later, still late, took another test... and I got the same faint second line I did last time. Actually, even fainter. I. Was. FURIOUS. Really, really pissed, spitting virtual f-bombs like an angry cat to my friends in the forum I'm in. When I got pregnant with Sascha, I had two strong lines the day my period was due. Stupid old, crusty body. I am not up for another fake-out pregnancy. This was at 5 am (I'd been up since 3 with my usual insomnia), and I was wondering-- how do I tell Nick when he wakes up? Congratulations, sorta? Keep your calendar open in a few weeks? I went with "I've got good news and bad news," and he grimaced when I showed him the test. Even he knew.

So I waited a day and took another test. Same result. Nick went out and got the Dummy Test, the one that actually says "pregnant" or "not pregnant." Third time's a charm. I managed to pass this test with a higher score than the C-minuses I'd gotten on the other two.

So, at this point we're cautiously optimistic. Everyone says they have a different feeling about this one, but I don't yet. I don't feel any different (aside from constantly craving spicy food, hot enough to melt my face off spicy, although that isn't all that different from normal). Not sick. Not any more tired than normal. My boobs hurt, but they always hurt. (Can anyone else out there with giant knockers confirm this for me, that big tits just hurt? Or is it really just me?)

At this point I have two more major hurdles to cross before I can fully believe it. First will be the heartbeat. Second will be the genetic testing. My sister advised me to not blog about this pregnancy (or, "pregnancy") yet until I'm 100% sure there is a full, healthy baby in there, but I just can't keep my mouth shut. If the worst happens, I'll talk about it. Of the nine people who read this blog, most of you are people I don't know, so I don't mind.

If I may allow a little excitement to creep in? If this is for real, then my due date will be APRIL 18th. BULLSEYE. Surely my luck can't be that good.

And finally, the best reaction I've gotten to this news was my friend Karin, who said "You whore! You're knocked up! Again! Can't you keep your knees together woman?" Awesome. Karin for the win!