It's official

I passed the test. Or is it, I failed the test? Whatever. I'm pregnant!

Neil and I have been trying for 4 months and were really starting to get worried. We've been fortunate and not faced fertility problems. Emma was conceived after a night of margaritas. We called her the bionic baby because we were using 2 forms of protection and she managed to be. She's still sneaky like that. It took 2 months to conceive Andy, but we weren't really trying the first month.

This time, oh the pressure. We had a very specific window of opportunity for this baby. Neil's brother is getting married in England on May 20, 2006. We (OK, OK, it was all me) obsessed over the perfect age to travel from Chicago to London with an almost 6 year old, an almost 4 year old and a baby. I created a detailed spreadsheet to track my periods, ovulation days, due dates and baby's age at the wedding. This month was our last chance and we really thought we missed it. I even took a test a couple of days before my period was due and it was negative. And then I was late. Another day passed and I couldn't wait anymore. I took another test and TA DA...

I haven't even seen the doctor yet, but I have calculated my due date as March 13, 2006. Given that I will probably have to be induced early, the baby should arrive around March 1.

I've known for 24 hours, so it's starting to feel real. This is gonna be fun. :)