point one percent

thats me. or at least it was.
well i guess there is some sort of significance about that, me being part of the .1% in the u.s.,
in the world maybe. dunno. but i'm a part of it.
so let me begin...
so it has nothing to do with school, work, how fast i run, or even how many times a day i apply lotion to my weather hands...
it has to do with "the box".
you know, the box that always tells you its 99.9% accurate.
so as some of you know kasey and i have been enjoying
working on having a baby.
its been fun, don't get me wrong ;), but at times very upsetting.
the months just keep adding up and
maybe the tests just don't like to be peed on.
even after four months of meds
(with kaseys testimony of my many mood swings due to them)
we were done. it was time for the next thing. the expensive stuff.
our doc told us to take the month off and relax and then we will go for the artificial stuff the following month. so we did. we went to a bed and breakfast for my birthday and relaxed.
weeks went by, waiting to do our next step... nothing.
so we found our selves opening yet another box. negative.
week later, hey why not. negative.
and then a couple a weeks later (8 weeks to be exact) it hit me.
about every morning since... with all its glory.
so we retook yet another test,
30 seconds later our house was spinning.
kasey was running around yelling
'its positive! we did it! you're a mamma!'
and me yelling (in disbelief from all the past box experiences)
'more juice, i need more juice! i need to do it again!'
(graphic borrowed from heather)
so all in all, very much stoked...
now that i am starting to feel better in the morning and
trying to show my hubs that i love him tons,
and seeing a baby in my belly for the first time friday on the screen...
i wanted to cry. i'm stoked. our miracle.
now on to week 13....