Gibbizarre is justified.

Well, in only a matter of months we will be saying goodbye to our DINK status and our blog will be justified because...

(Notice the faint line on the very top one.)

(And you thought I was slacking over here at Gibbizarre. Au contraire, mon frère.)

I think you get the picture, but in case you need some help interpreting... I am preggers!!!!!!!!!!!! And it's only taken 6 pregnancy tests over the course of almost 8 weeks to convince me.

The very first test I took barely detected the pregnancy hormone, as you can see above. I took the test, and immediately the "not pregnant" line came up, so I threw the test in the trash and moved on.

About 5 minutes later I went back to the trash can, picked the test out of the trash to double check, and that's when I noticed a very faint line at which point I screamed - since I knew that a false positive was highly unlikely. At which point Matt ran to the bathroom to ask what the problem was. At which point I told him there were two lines on my pregnancy test. At which point he asked what that meant. At which point I told him. At which point he realized that this should be a special moment and so he gave me a hug.

Since I haven't really gotten sick (unless extreme hunger and exhaustion counts), I wake up some days and wonder if I am still pregnant. The result of this uncertainty is the aforementioned 6 completed pregnancy tests. Don't worry, the last 2 or 3 were like cheap HEB brand tests.

Matt has forbidden me from purchasing any more tests, and so unless something drastic happens I am going to assume that I am still in fact pregnant.

We've known since June 14th, but we just started telling the world last week. I will go to the doctor on July 24th, and according to my impeccable calculations I will be 8 weeks along on Wednesday.

No fear, I already have tons of stories, and I promise you'll be entertained for several weeks to come.