Peeing on sticks like it's my hobby

On Monday, I was walking Miranda and talking to God.  Miranda and I were hustling because I could hear thunder and I knew there was a chance of storms in the area.  I told Him that I already loved this embryo more than I loved myself, and asked him to please give us this pregnancy.  I knew I tested early and got a negative test, but I knew with Him anything was possible and maybe the next day would bring different results.  Right when I finished saying all of this, a cloud parted and the sun came down right on me.

So I peed on a stick on Tuesday morning.  It was negative.

But then...

it turned into a very, very faint positive.

I didn't trust it.  So I decided to take another test that afternoon before I told Tim.  My husband came home not even an hour after I took that test, which was very unlike him.  Turns out, since I didn't text him that morning to tell him the test was negative, he figured out that he was positive. So, because he is probably more anxious than I am about this, he left work and drove home. He noticed that I opened the new box of pregnancy tests (which I denied being new, I told him that had been open).  He dug through the trash after I left the bathroom to see where the test was.  No test in the trash, so he knew I had it.

He stuck around for awhile but I wouldn't say a word about it.  I tested later that afternoon and it was positive again (!), but knowing he was on to me, I didn't say anything again.  Then he came home AGAIN to check on me, telling me he would buy me more tests if I would just take another test right now.  I told him no, I was waiting until tomorrow.  When the hell did my husband become a detective?

I finally caved when we were trying to figure out where to go for dinner.  I said, "I think you should take me out to dinner, because I'm pregnant!"  Oh, he pretended to be surprised.  He threw me up in the air (and I almost hit my head on the ceiling fan) and wouldn't let me go for a long time.  And then, of course, said, "I KNEW IT!"

I peed on these.  Left is from Monday's negative, middle two are the extremely faint ones from Tuesday, and right one is from Wednesday. 

Also, I saw my mom yesterday, who said that one of her tumors is gone.  We are so, so blessed.  She still has a long road ahead of her to get rid of the other tumor, but this is wonderful news.

I am calling this embryo "Baby C."  Conner was "Baby A" and Ben was "Baby B" while I was pregnant (that is how doctors name the babies in multiple gestation, with Baby A closer to the cervix).  Baby C is technically like a triplet to them, since our babies all are from the same "batch" of embryos.

Thank you to everyone who has been praying for her and for our little embryo.  Thank you, God.  Thank you, Conner.  Thank you, Benjamin.

***PLEASE, IF YOU KNOW ME PERSONALLY AND HAVE STUMBLED ACROSS MY BLOG, WE ARE ASKING THAT YOU DO NOT SHARE THIS GREAT NEWS. WE WOULD LOVE TO TELL OUR FAMILY AND FRIENDS IN A VERY SPECIAL WAY ONCE I AM FURTHER ALONG.***