Oh. My. God.

I have to play a little catch up here. Lets go back to Saturday night. I was 2 weeks late, but absolutely convinced, despite being nauseous all day, that I was under no circumstances pregnant. "oh my body is just messed up from my pill" and "it's not that easy to get pregnant". WRONG. Hello, as im sitting on the toilet with my sister impatiently waiting. "One.... Two... Three..." as I pee on the stick, which is OF COURSE going to be negative... "Four... this is stupid, im not pregnant... Five." I set the stick on the counter and rolled my eyes as Cari snatches it up. "OH. MY. GOD." she says. The next few moments are a blur. Im smiling, im crying, im freaking out. Im pregnant. Oh, gosh, im pregnant. Skyler, he's delighted, or at least I THINK hes happy, or maybe hes just smiling because im crying and he doesn't know what to do. Actually, I think he STILL doesn't know what to do. But were excited. And scared. And nervous. But it's all gunna be just fine... as he takes 3 shots of crown and exclaims "IT BETTER BE A BOY!!" Here we go....

it's positive!

daddy is a little surprised!