* I had this post scheduled originally. Looks like I'm still not used to the new year because I scheduled it for 1/12/10. Woops!
I have been having some bizarre dreams recently, all about being pregnant. This, combined with the fact that my little monthly visitor is now over two weeks late (Not to mention the baby boom in blog land) led me to believe, hey, maybe I am.
Before the pill I'm on now, I had the Mirena (we all know how that worked out ;) A common side effect of Mirena is for your period to go away (and then of course I actually was pregnant with Gbear) but with the pill I'm on now, I've gotten my little friend like clockwork, but not now.
I am totally not ready for another baby. Lil Gbear wasn't planned, a miracle and I wouldn't have it any other way, but I don't think I could take another surprise like that. HB and I have discussed the possibility of trying for another, but we agreed we wanted to wait til Gbear was older. We're in no rush.
So when I finally realized how late I was (what can I say, I've been distracted), I decided I needed to know. If I was, well, that would be another miracle and we would be overjoyed (a little stressed, but happy nonetheless)
Nervously I took the test, waited the agonizing amount of time, and finally read: Not Pregnant.
I should be relieved, right? I'm not ready for another baby yet, but somehow I couldn't help being a little disappointed. Crazy, I know. However, I know when the big guy upstairs thinks we're ready for another one that little pee stick will read differently, but for now I am more than happy to devote all my time to little Gbear.