So we recently found out we are expecting and after 5 years and 2 miscarriages I am a little paranoid about every little twinge so I have been religiously keeping track of how dark my lines are getting and watching closely.

After a long day at work and navagating black Friday traffic and crowds (I HATE CROWDS) and having an anxiety attack because of all the people and just my need to check my lines and not having tests, my card gets declined to buy my damn pregnancy tests in the middle of Target and people fighting over what little Susie and Grandpa are getting for Christmas and I'm crying. I went home and just wept like a child.

My husband cleaned the house (he had the day off), did all the laundry, vacuumed, scooped the cat litter (definitely MY cat but we are pregnant so...), he made dinner, put on a movie, took off his jacket (my favorite because it's fluffy, warm and smells like him) and he goes to the store and bought me not just one but TEN pregnancy tests and some rice krispues treats. I love that he is going to be the father of my children and he is my everything. (Sorry for the novel but I see so many posts about stupid, nasty men and I want you girls to know that real men exist. They are real. And we deserve them.) Love to you all, everyone who has tried, lost, had many babies, had no babies, married, divorced, gay, straight or sasquatch.