Father's Day in the bathroom at church

Well, we had a very interesting Father's Day. For a little over a week I'd thought I might - possibly - be pregnant again. Major heat waves, kicking off the covers at night, turning down the AC again and again and again. Then Friday night I started feeling dizzy. Uh. Oh. Dizzy + hot + late = pregnant! Always has.

Brad had nursery duty during Sunday School and I decided to make a WalMart run since we'd gotten to church early. Bought all the important things: coffee filters, soap for the girls' bathroom, a pregnancy test. Drove back to the church Put the test in my purse and went into the bathroom to take it.

The test line was positive before the control window was even wet. Yep. Good and pregnant. Brad already knew I was certain I was pregnant - so I took the test to him to confirm that yes, my gut instinct was right. I'm glad he was in the nursery with the woman who was in there. Her husband is an OB/GYN and they have nine children. She is so sweet and so encouraging. I'm sure she was just that to Brad. He was a little bowled over, despite having been told several times over the previous 24 hours I was pretty sure I was pregnant.

He's coming around and is getting excited about the idea of a new baby. He's such a great dad - FABULOUS. His biggest worry? Let me quote him: "I have twenty four boxes of girl clothes in storage. I do NOT want a boy!" Have to laugh. And you know, if this is a boy - he'll be thrilled.