We're pregnant!!!

So we found out on Valentine's Day, but I'm writing this the day after, and I won't post it until we tell our families.  I took the test because I had been feeling exhausted, peeing a lot, there was a chance we might be, plus I thought "how neat to find out on Valentine's", AND, we had a test left over from a previous scare.  I had convinced myself that it would be negative, and it was too early, and I wouldn't tell Sean if it was negative.  So bright and early I got up to use the bathroom, and almost forgot I was going to test.  Before I knew it, there seemed to be a faint line where there had never been one before.  I had to look again, and there it was, less faint than before.  And I hadn't even waited the 3 minutes.  I crawled back into bed and woke my poor sleeping husband.  I can't even remember what I told him, something about how I took a test and I thought it might be positive.  He turned over and told me my heart was pounding, and I told him he better go check and make sure I wasn't imagining things.  He did, and came back to bed saying it was there, not as dark as the control, but very clear and obvious.  We prayed together for our baby and our lives changed.

We have spent the last 24 hours talking about going to the doctor to get the confirmation, talking about how and when to tell our families, and how things will change.  I am worried about losing it, for all the people I know that have had babies, almost half have had miscarriages or problems.  I am worried about all the plans I had and how this will change them.  But for every worry, I am more and more excited.

I am still having trouble getting my head wrapped around this.  I just re-read this post and realized I didn't say the P word once.  Not once did I say we were ready to get pregnant, or that I am now pregnant.  Maybe I am waiting for that final confirmation from the doctor telling me it's true.  I have a long list of questions for my doctor, and hopefully they can get me in tomorrow for the real test, because I had been walking by the HPT every hour or so to be sure it was really there, until my dog ate it this morning while we were at church.  Now I have nothing to reassure myself it's really happening...