Well, it's happened. An entire year before we meant to, I am 99% sure I'm pregnant.

Period missing. Breasts tender. EXHAUSTED. ALL THE TIME. Vague icky feeling in the morning (which, if this one is like the last one, will likely evolve into full-out nausea all day for the next few months).

I know the exact date we conceived the little bugger, which is excellent parental fodder for horrifying/tormenting our child when s/he gets older. July 17th, a day that will likely be forgotten when I throw away the calender.

According to the internet, I am due on or around April 6th.

I'm still mostly in shock, and I know Husband hasn't quite gotten used to the idea yet. Like I said, we weren't going to have any more kids on our own, I really had my heart set on adopting. And for sure not for another year or so, to get ZoZo out of diapers (although she's *this close* to figuring it out... I hope) and a bit more mature about handling sharing mommy time.

I haven't told many people yet, but my mom and dad know. I haven't been for an official pregnancy test yet, but the pee-on-a-stick test was positive, and as I said, I'm 99% sure. I'm going to the Dr. tomorrow and will have more to report then. Also, I think we will try and travel to somewhere and find out the gender. It would be nice to know what we are in for, especially since I have a boy name from the last go-round that I still adore, but no idea what I would name another girl.

Yes, I know I'm getting wayyy too ahead of myself, thinking about names. But I like to be prepared, and it's helping me be excited about this surprise, instead of feeling put out and nervous. I mean seriously, we don't have a ton of space or cash as it is. I need to work for at least another four months before I qualify for EI, so I will at least get benefits once baby comes.

GAH another baby. I'm so not ready for another baby. The house has to smell like spit up again? MORE diapers? Terrible twos AGAIN, and we're just barely coping with THIS toddler?

GAHHHH.

At least they will be close in age, and now we are officially DONE. I have asked Husband several times to get that damn vasectomy, but now I'm turning up the pressure. When this kid comes, if I need a caesarian (God forbid!) I will get the tubes tied while they've already got the hood open, so to speak. But it's likely I won't need one, since I managed the first one relatively well. So... snip, snip, buddy.