Guess what...

One month ago, I was late.
I knew when I felt the mittelschmertz September 5th that I had ovulated--on the right (where there's no tube)--and I thought it was just a wasted cycle. There was no way an egg from the right would travel all the way to the left tube and be magically met by Shawn's gametes, fertilized and then proceed to implant in my womb. Right?

I had taken tests on the 15th and 16th which were STARK white negatives. I just "knew" that is wasn't going to happen yet again. But when I got to work on the 17th, something just wasn't right. Still nothing and no sign of the bitch.
On my lunch I went to the grocery store and purchased a test, went back to work and took it. It looked like nothing, as usual, so I set it on top of the TP dispenser and pulled my britches up. I looked again...

OMGWHATWHATWHAT was my first reaction. Then the tears and giggles; I just stared in disbelief. I had been OH-SO-WRONG.
So wonderfully wrong!
We were finally PREGNANT!!!

I went to tell my boss I had to leave an hour early, and when 3 o' clock came around I left and went to see Shawn on his break. I set the test in the passenger seat of the car. He got in and saw it, "What is that?"
"It's positive."
    "How many do you have to take before it's in there?"
"One. This one!!! It's not an OPK; we're pregnant!!!"

Tears and laughter ensued.
Our first appointment was this past Monday, the 15th. Here's our baby: