I'm A Little Freaked Out

I peed on a stick last night.

Less than 30 seconds afterward it showed two lines ... pregnant.

I stared ... and stared ... and started laughing. What the hell were we thinking?!?!?! We want kids WHY?!?! What makes us think we can be good parents???!!!??? We can hardly take care of ourselves.

I'm a little freaked out to say the least. Hubby looked at the stick and said "the lines are too far apart" ... he's so literal. I told him it didn't matter ... two lines is two lines. I think he's a little freaked out too.

He immediately wanted to start calling people - to which I told him no way, no how. I don't want ANYONE to know ... you know, except those folks on the interwebz. None of my family reads my blog so I'm good there.

I'm just worried about being so early in the process ... if I miscarry I would not want to have to go tell everyone what happened. So I want to wait to tell family.

I do need to tell my coworker though. Since I'm bipolar I have NO idea how pregnancy will affect me.

There are so many other things I don't know and am stressing about now.

Do hot showers hurt the baby? I like scalding water.

What about exercise? I have agility practice tonight. What if I fall? I'm not the most coordinated gal to begin with and I hear that pregnancy makes it worse.

Hell I worry about going over bumps in the road - will I knock the cells loose?

See??!?!!! I'm totally freaking out.

Not to mention we need to put together a will - something we should have done ages ago but it becomes even more important.

What about my jewelry?!?! Our guest bedroom will become the baby's room and right now it is set up as my photo studio. We're going to need to clean out the garage and make space for me to take photos in there. Although how much jewelry will I really feel like making in the next 9 months? Not to mention after the little rug rat is born.

Hubby is already talking about names. He's hilarious.

Okay...I will try not to let this blog become the mommy baby blog. But I probably won't be able to help talking about it a bit. Especially when I freak out ... like now. Or when The One makes decisions that will affect my offspring. Damn him and his "stimulus" package.

No really...I'm fine. =)