It was the artichoke dip that tipped me off...

Every time I have gotten pregnant, my first clue has been ravenous hunger(which is really foreign for me, right?).

With Emma it was Crown Burger. I was meeting Jonny there one day after work and couldn't even wait. By the time he arrived I had already ordered and devoured my burger and fries.

With Matthew it was a lovely roast beef dinner. When Jonny got home at 6pm he couldn't believe I had eaten without him. I told him I was just really really hungry and by the way I thought I was pregnant and now that he was home we could finally take a test!

This time it was the artichoke dip. I made some last Sunday night and could not shove it in my face fast enough. I informed Jonny that he was not being a very good husband - that his job in life is to eat more than I do so that I feel dainty and feminine and if he was going to eat more than me of that artichoke dip he'd better get to it.

I had an inkling that night, but didn't want to get my hopes up so I just pushed the idea to the back of my mind, along with the slightly nauseous feeling that I blamed on having eaten too much artichoke dip.

The next day when Jonny was at work I took a test. When I realized it was positive I looked at the clock and saw that Jonny was at lunch so I threw the test in a gift bag and told Emma we needed to take a surprise to Daddy. Is that gross, considering what I did to that test?



We are so excited! I am due around May 7th - only a month and a half after Jonny finishes his training in Arizona. I asked him yesterday, "Tell me honestly. Are you excited you get to miss most of this pregnancy and therefore large amounts of complaining from me?" He immediately replied, "No!" Good Man.

When we told Emma I had a baby in my tummy she was thrilled. Then Jonny gave me a hug and Emma told him, "Be careful Daddy! Don't squish my Mommy's baby in her tummy!"

The next day I was eating breakfast and she sat there watching me with an intense look of concentration on her face. Then she asked, "Mommy, is the food getting all over the baby?"

Her prayers the last couple of nights have gone like this: "Please bless the baby in my Mommy's tummy to get bigger and bigger and bigger so it can come out of her tummy"(holding her arms out in front of her to show the growth process. No, my eyes weren't closed), "and I can hold the baby and it not squirm away" (moving around to show the squirming because she always wants to hold Matthew and he, you guessed it, squirms away),"and it fall asleep" (here, she starts snoring). She has big plans for this kid and tells us just about every day, "She's NOT a boy."