So I guess the verdict is that Niels has good swimmers and I got good eggs. One try and we are knocked up again. Here is how this on when down...
The scene is a lazy saturday morning, its cold outside, went to bed last night hoping to sleep in, it is 7:15am, and Niels and Dutch are still sound asleep. Hadn't planned on taking a pregnancy test till Monday or Tuesday next week if needed. But the general feeling of ill and my porn star nipples have me suspicious, in addition to being woken up in the night needing to pee. hmmm.
So I cross the house to the far bathroom (yes the other one is still broken), sit on the frigid toilet seat, and do the pee pee dance holding in my pee while I dig through the drawer for my pregnancy tests to urinate on. I pee on the thing with limited coordinate, put the cap on it, and walk away. Frankly I was pretty sure this time wouldn't take and Dutch was now up ringing the bell to go outside.
I get Dutch out and putz around a remember that that I had a pee stick waiting my attention. I walk in the bathroom and - PREGNANT!!! The telltale double lines! Are you kidding me???
I run to the bedroom, screw the fact that Niels is sleeping, shove the pregnancy test in his face and say, "Say Hello to our not so Maybe Baby!" I think he was as surprised it took as I was. We have a good cuddle in bed until I start feeling sick and have to jump out to wretch in the garbage can again - Ahhh, romantic!
