I took a blood test at the doctor's office a week ago to tell me if I was pregnant, and the test came back negative. So...I went in for more tests to determine what was going on, and the nurse called me the next day. I expected to hear the normal medical mumbo jumbo about levels and next steps blah blah blah, but intead she simply said, "Well, the tests indicate that you're pregnant." What?? She sounded just as confused as I felt, and I was really confused. Is this possible? Did they have my tests mixed up with someone else's? No, she assured me that this was the real thing.

I called Beau at work. As I tell him the news, the confusion I had felt seemed to melt away and was replaced by happy crying. I finally get it. But now the confusion seems to have transferred to Beau, and he tells me later that he's not really listening to what I'm saying. He just hears me crying and tries to think of how he's going to tell me that everything's going to be okay. But something, somehow gets through. "Wait, what?"

Yet he still doesn't quite believe me, so when he gets home, we go to the grocery store to pick up a test. I take a home pregnancy test to confirm a doctor-given blood test. Go figure. It's positive. Woohoo! I've still got it in a drawer in case anyone wants to see it. :) We decide to go out to dinner to celebrate at a family restaurant where there are tons of kids around. Ryan's. So we sit there eating our dinner, smiling like dorks at all the young families. They must've thought we were crazy psychos.

We've decided not to tell our families yet. It's too close to Christmas, and that would be a great surprise. I have NO idea how we're going to keep it a secret, though. We're just SO excited!