Then this happened.

I started babysitting for my sister's friend when she returned to work after maternity leave last week.  So now I have a taste for having a preschooler and an infant.  Little lady is 3 months tiny.  And Max has been home with me by himself for 8 months.  So it has been an adventure.  Luckily, she is good and Max likes her.  Plus, she's still young enough that she pretty much still just eats, sleeps and pees.  (She only poops at night so far - lucky me!)  So it's not too bad.  Her schedule isn't consistent so sometimes I have time to myself when they both nap at the same time and sometimes I don't stop all day because when one gets settled the other needs something.  But that's what it's like with two, I guess.

Which I will soon find out. :)

So remember when I took that test in February and it was negative?  Well, a week later I still hadn't begun my next cycle, so to speak, so I secretly took another test.  (I'm a bit obsessive about the tests.  I took 3 with Max and demanded a blood test with my GP when my OB didn't wan't to see me for 2 weeks.)  It clearly came out with a plus sign - I'd switched to reliable EPT for peace of mind.  I pulled out the leaflet that comes in the box and compared it incessantly before I thought of telling Dave.  I compared it to the label on the box.  I read it inside out and backwards so I was certain I wasn't screwing it up again.  I felt confident it was positive.
Turns out Dave was out way late that night.  I woke at 5 when he was coming to bed because he woke Max (grrrrr).  He gallantly said he would lay with Max to get him back to sleep.  Well, I was up so I had to pee; might as well pee on a stick, right?  Dave in the meantime got in the shower to wash off his night at the casino.  Weirdly, I didn't even care.  I was sitting on the couch when he came out.  We chatted lightly, then I asked him to read the test and tell me if he thought it was positive.  We agreed it was and that this was really happening.  We're having another baby.  We asked the normal questions: When is it due?  Do you think it's a boy or girl?  Where will it sleep?  What names do you like?  Should  I direct show 1 or show 2 next semester?  Ok, that last one isn't normal for everyone, but it is for us.  Dave's job is super time consuming so I was super nervous about doing this again times two.  I still am nervous, but we'll make it work.  Eesh.

So we've had fun telling immediate family.  It's so great to involve Max in the surprise.  He gets it but not the whole it, if that makes sense.  Duh, he's only going to be 3 in a few weeks.  We'll make the big announcement after we get to the doctor next week for that lovely 3 hour initial visit.  I don't know why, but I'm cautiously optimistic.  Maybe because we had to try harder for this one, or try at all, rather.   Maybe it's because my grandmother, in one of her morphine-induced delusions, asked if I was having twins before I even knew I was pregnant.  Maybe it's because I'm older now and as exciting as it is, we have done this before so the novelty isn't there (for the announcing, not the baby).  Who knows?  I know this seems crazy that I haven't even told some members of my family, and here I am putting it on this blog for the interwebs to see, but my readership is far from extensive so I don't expect that suddenly people I know will start reading.  Plus, just like with bad news, it's good to get it off my chest.  And I am really excited to document this pregnancy.  Max's went so fast and I had so many ideas, but I was also working full time so many didn't get accomplished.  I hope I do better this time.  With everything!