6th Pregnancy

I know a lot of people close to us will think we are crazy. In fact the definition of insane fits pretty well here. But it's happened again. I have felt like absolute crap the past week or two and decided that I was going to take a pregnancy test before I go to the doctor. Well, Brett got me a pregnancy test at Dollar General for Valentine's Day and I had to run to the front door and call him back in because it was positive. We both had smiles on our faces and were pretty much terrified inside for one reason or another. A baby is scary in its own way but another miscarriage is obviously on our minds as well.

It's so dumb of me to get excited but I felt really good about this one. I'm having horrible morning (all day) sickness, am super tired, and the test was positive right away. Brett has been a lot more cautious although he was even asking already what we would all have to go out and buy again.

I find that I want as little information as possible this time around. I don't really care to know what the labs say, how low my progesterone is, etc. I am looking forward to the sonogram where I'm hopeful we will see a strong heartbeat and healthy baby moving around. Based on my last period, I'm 8 weeks along but I'm guessing the measurements will be a little less than that just due to my irregularity.

One thing that is definitely different than my two successful pregnancies is that peanut butter is NOT a craving. I can barely stand to think about the smell, let alone eat it.