Well, here we are again! 🙂 This was another planned pregnancy, so I found out we were expecting again fairly early on.

Once again, I was completely shocked (even though we had been trying to get pregnant), because I was just so sure I was not pregnant. Even though I had been feeling moody and a little weepy (I cried watching “Moana” for Pete’s sake), I chalked it up to a lower dose of my antidepressant and PMS. Add in two negative pregnancy tests and some spotting, and I was completely sure I was just about to start my period. The day before I was supposed to get my period, I had had no more spotting, which was a little strange. So after eating lunch, on a whim, I decided to use my last pregnancy test. Even as I was peeing on the stick, I was thinking, Why are you even using this test? You’re just wasting money! But when the faintest 2nd pink line showed up, I almost fell over! I rushed to the window to get some better light, then took a picture to send to my sisters. I was sure it was just wishful thinking! Once I had calmed down, I dragged Gerrit to the BX (which is literally just down the road) to get a few more pregnancy tests. Yup, still positive.

The photo above is what Andrew came home to that night. Of course, it was night week, so he was home late-ish. I was practically jumping out of my skin waiting for him to come home! His reaction was pretty typical Andrew: calm and unfazed. When I asked how he felt, he said, “I’ve been ready for this as soon as we stopped using protection.”

That afternoon I also snapped this picture of Gerrit while we were playing in his room:

I don’t think Gerrit has any real opinions on this pregnancy yet. In the recent past, when asked, he has said he wants a baby sister, but we’ll see how he feels as things progress.

Coincidentally, I had a doctor appointment the day after I took the pregnancy test for a refill on my prescription, so I let them know that I had had a positive pregnancy test. They sent me to the lab to have blood drawn, and that afternoon, I got the call confirming that I was pregnant! Things will be a little different this time around, because I will need a referral to go off base for care.