It's 6 a.m.

I can't think of a good, interesting way to tell you all so I guess I will just say it: It was positive.

The damn cat woke me up early so I tested at like 5:45 and bolted back to bed before I could see anything, good or bad. Hubs was awake too, so we chatted nervously for a few minutes, then I grew a pair and marched myself back into the bathroom and looked right at the test. And screamed. (Sorry neighbors!) Hubs came running and I dissolved into tears and held out the test for him to see the very clear test line, almost as dark as the control line. We hugged and I cried and shook uncontrollably until he got all protective and told me I needed to calm down. His eyes and smile were both so big.

It doesn't feel real at all and I am still shaking. I honestly thought I'd never get to see two lines. And I want to tell you that if it wasn't for you wonderful ladies I probably would have lost hope a long time ago. I love you all :)

(Note to my wonderful friends and family members who read this blog, I'm sure it goes without saying, but please keep this news under wraps until Aaron and I are ready to announce. Thanks!)