am I ...?

Are you one of those people who have a knack for telling if someone is pregnant?
I mean, without first asking them when they're due and being embarrassed to high heaven when you realize what you thought was a baby protruding from their tummy isn't a baby at all?

I have a good friend (L.C.) who just always seems to know if someone is pregnant.  I don't know how... she just does.  I think she sometimes may even know before the mother does.

Another example is a pig farmer I know (yes, I know a pig farmer - I do live in Iowa) who told me he could tell I was pregnant by the look in my eye.  I guess I had the same look as a pregnant sow.  Wow.  NEVER EVER tell a pregnant woman she reminds you of a sow.   I would've kicked him if I thought I could manage to get my leg high enough off the ground to do any harm.

But man, I sure could've used that pig farmer this past week...

I have all the signs of being pregnant...

*I'm very, very, very tired.  Very.
*I have to pee.  All the time.
*I haven't gotten my peri*d yet (I normally get it when my babies are 4 months old... Tate's over 5).
*I've been a little queasy at times.
*It's the time of year that I would be in the early stages of pregnancy... remember that my children are all born between August 24 and September 3?
*Did I mention I'm tired?  Well, I am.

Seriously...

I've been freaking out.

Here are the thoughts that have been running through my head...

"If we are pregnant, we'll have to buy a new car.  At least a bigger SUV, if not a *gulp* minivan.  Yikes."

"If it's a girl, we'll have to buy all new clothes since I sold all the girls' clothes on garage sales.  And if it's a girl, can we fit another girl in Addie and Millie's room?  Would that just be cruel?"

"I can barely keep up with 3 kids, let alone 4!  We would have 4 kids under the age of 5!  Is that ridiculous?!"

"My body can't be pregnant again.  This 30-year-old can't handle it anymore.  I don't want to sleep in a recliner again for several months and I definitely don't want to have to be pushed around in a wheelchair, which almost happened here."

"Plus, I sold all of my maternity clothes.  I refuse to buy more.  Ever."

"It's really not even possible, right?  I mean, we've used protection every single time.  But then again... look at Ross and Rachel..."

"And I definitely don't want to look like this again."

Now I can see the sow resemblance...


Remember this post where I said our family of 5 was now complete?

Well, what if God has a different idea of complete for our family?

If I am pregnant, this would definitely not be an "oops baby."  There definitely was no "oops" involved.  We have been very careful. Very.

It would definitely be a "miracle baby."  Because I'd say a 0.1% chance is pretty much a miracle.

So, if I am pregnant, this baby will surely be special.  And wanted.  Just not expected.  But then again, who expects a miracle?

I didn't want to take a pregnancy test.  I didn't really want to know.  But I just couldn't stand the suspense any longer.

I had Chad pick up a test on his way home from school.  Then I did it.  I took the test.

And the results...

Well, what do you think the results are?  :)