Yes, the kit straight whooped the calendar's ass, and where the calendar tried--and failed--for six straight months, the kit swept in and succeeded on it's very first try. Either that, or it took a few months after I stopped breastfeeding for my body to balance itself out. All I know is, if we ever have a third, I'm not going to bother with the calendar; I'm going straight for the kit!
The best part is the digital pregnancy test that says "Pregnant" in the box, rather than counting lines. I was looking at half lines for days, and despite every internet source known to man telling me that a half line eventually grows up into a whole line, seeing the word "Pregnant" in the digital box was very, very exciting.
And then I took a nap. Because the tiredness is epic.
Other than that, though, I feel wonderful. And oh, so grateful. This baby was conceived on or about my birthday, and is due less than a week before Christmas. A gift. The best gift I could have received. I am very, very grateful.
We heard the heartbeat today, for the very first time, and because this is my second time around, I knew enough to ask my husband if he would like to take half a day off from work and accompany me to the appointment. He missed the first sono last time, because I had no idea they were going to give one until it happened. So today we were together in the dark, little room, and the sonographer said those magic words: here is the heartbeat, and he reached out and grabbed my foot with such ferocity that I knew I wasn't the only one who has been holding my breath, waiting to hear them, since that first half line began to tease us with it's pseudo-presence.
Have a drink for me, internets! In fact, feel free to have yourself sevenish months of drinks for me! I'll be celebrating with ice cream, and don't worry: over the next sevenish months, I'm quite certain I'll have enough ice cream for all of you.