🌈🌈 July 18th 🤰🏻

Period was due this Saturday, I’m 12 DPO. I planned on waiting it out because I’m tired of negatives. But for some reason after work I decided fuck it, I’ll use a cheap test.

Y’all.. this test was blazing positive. Like immediately. I cried... tears of joy. And then I didn’t trust it.. so I forced myself to pee again and used a digital first response. Positive!!!!

This time last year I was pregnant for the first and only time.. it ended in a missed miscarriage and a D&C right before Christmas. It left me broken beyond belief for months. It wasn’t until the end of April that I started to see the light again.

Our due date last year was July 17, 2019... and this time it’s July 18, 2020 🌈🌈

I already had how I would tell my husband planned out - bought a “hot dad alert” shirt at Father’s Day, and just waited for the positive.. when he got from work today, I told him I went shopping and picked him up a top.

He pulled the shirt out and read it and it didn’t click.. so I was like ‘well I kept the receipt if you want me to return it’ and pulled out the two positive pregnancy tests (in baggies).. his face when it clicked omg.. like a kid on Christmas.. he was like “you’re pregnant??!”

I asked him later how he didn’t clue in when he read the shirt, he said he was thinking ‘k she should probably wait until we’re pregnant before giving me this.. obviously I wouldn’t want this’ 😂😂

Fingers crossed this is a healthy, sticky bean 🤞🏼🤞🏼🤞🏼