2 lines mean positive...

How did this happen? Well, we already know the answer to that. Let's do a little backround digging, shall we?

I fell and sprained a ligament in my knee and have been in physical therapy. I was at work at the slaveship that is about to sink (more on that later) and as I'm completing the forms for the physical therapy, the question is asked "are you or could you be pregnant?" I said well...let's find out! I was a few days late but in my mind I was thinking (hoping) that due to the stress from the fall, my body was in a little shock. I get up and go downstairs to CVS and buy a test. As I'm picking up the box, I hear a voice in my head saying "you don't even need a dual kit!" But I bought it anyway.

I go back up to the restroom in in the slaveship and open the box and read the instructions. I do my business on the stick, and before I could even get the cap back on it, both lines popped up pink. I'm like whoa! ME???? I went back to my desk, finished completing the forms and called my husband, told him and said ok, I'll call you later. He's like "like I can really go back to work now!!!" But of course, we both did. We both made it home and had a little *celebration* and that's kind of where the drama begins.

We called our parents and told them, and I knew once we did that, the secret was out. OUR WHOLE CHURCH KNOWS!!! But it's ok. Everyone has been pushing for us to have a baby since we got married, and we are approaching our 2 year anniversary in February. We are excited and scared. I'm nervous as hell because...

...I don't like kids.