Well, I should have started writing two weeks ago when I found out, but I needed to do a few things before I could sit down and write. On Monday morning, Oct. 14, I took my temperature as I have been doing for the past 2 months. I had been charting my Basal Body Temperature and watching other body signs to determine my most fertile days so we could get pregnant. Anyway, my boobs (sorry if TMI) started hurting a few days earlier, and I was having all the classic pre-menstrual symptoms. However, I hadn't had sore boobs with my last few periods, so I thought that was a little odd. When you're charting your BBT (basal body temps), your temperature rises after you ovulate, then drops back down right before your period is supposed to start. Well, it was two days before my period was supposed to start, and my temp was still high. I just had a small inkling that I could possibly be pregnant, and couldn't wait two more days. I had bought a pair of ClearBlue Easy testers that allow you to test up to 4 days before your period. Of course, the closer you test to your "missed" period, the more accurate it is. I agonized about it for about 30 minutes, cuz I really had to pee, and you need your first pee of the morning. I figured that if it was negative, there was still a chance that I could be pregnant, cuz I tested early. So, I took the test. At first nothing, then the beginnings of a faint blue line started to appear. I thought, "I'm seeing things...my eyes are still bleery from waking up." I forced myself to look away, even walk a way for a minute. When I came back, there was no denying the blue line. Although somewhat faint, the line was there. Two blue lines mean you're pregnant, one blue line means you're not.
Well....I ran out of the room and took it to another spot where I could get more light because I still couldn't believe my eyes! Two blue lines. That's when I started shaking. I called my sister right away because I needed to tell someone, and I didn't want to tell Scott until he got home. It was an agonizing couple of hours waiting for Scott to come home. I wanted to do something special to tell him, but didn't know what to do on such short notice. I found a card that I had meant to give him on our wedding day (it got lost) and just wrote a nice letter, finishing off with the word "Daddy". He was overjoyed and that is the beginning of the history of "Boo".