There's a second line

Oh. My. God. There is a second line.

I was sitting at work, typing, feeling some pulling and tweaking. Exactly like what I felt last summer when I was pregnant. I took out the single pee stick I have and I used it, hoping for good news.

And a second line popped up immediately.

It's much darker in real life than my stupid phone (which lightens the whole thing as it focuses) will lead you to believe. This line is not the sister of or even the cousin of a squinter line. They're barely related. This line is a real life, honest to goodness, second line.

Holy shit.

Million appropriately laughed at me that I peed on the stick a matter of hours after posting that I would not test today. HA!

When I told hubby, he said "of course you are. You've been CRAZY lately." Well, I might have cried uncontrollably and for no apparent reason about a half a dozen times yesterday. So there's that.

Am hoping hoping hoping that I get to do 6+ more weeks of these terrible shots and then another 8 1/2 months of being pregnant.