I’m going to the doctor tomorrow for my blood test to determine if I am officially pregnant. I took another test last night because I’m paranoid. Heh. I got two lines immediately. I am not looking forward to having my blood drawn and I hope they will be as nice to me as the staff was at the lab I went to in July. I’m going to be such a big baby when it comes to getting poked and prodded. You can shove whatever you want up my hoo hoo, but if you dig around in my seemingly veinless arms I will drop to the floor.

As you can probably tell, I am not waiting three months until I tell everyone. I understand why some people do that, but I don’t feel like it’s necessary. Just because I make it out of my first trimester safely does not mean that there is not a risk of a miscarriage later on. If (Dog forbid) my early pregnancy winds up not being viable, I’ll just inform everyone and move on. Sounds harsh, but at the moment I am taking a more practical and less emotional approach to all of this.