There are four lines!

So... I was feeling weird. I'll spare you every detail, but let's say all systems were "go" like they do for chicks on a somewhat regular basis. Right? All systems were go... then half the systems abruptly shut down. Not normal. I'm thinking it's time for a pop quiz. Either that or I have cancer I guess?

I get the test, about two days after husbands birthday - just so I know I'm not crazy. I do the thing and put the test in the sink and immediately the damn thing has two lines. I look at the paper, I look at the accusatory piece of plastic in the sink. I look at the paper, the sink. I lean over the sink and yell at the plastic indicator, "Are you sure!?" "You better be sure!"

There's another test in the box. He joins his accusatory friend in the sink and also immediately has two lines.
That's it.

There are four lines.

Holy shit.

I'm pregnant.

I'm not dead

I just have some things developing. Stories to come.
It's hard to find things to write about when you work at home.
I need exposure to the world to find my inspiration.
I am waiting. News is coming.