What? That's not even possible. How is that even possible?

These were, in fact the first words out of my husband's mouth.

Suffice it to say, in the interest of not baldly lying to everybody we know, I am now coming out with the truth. We have recently found out that we are expecting.
I seriously considered pulling an Angelina Jolie and denying it until I was very obviously protruding, but my behavior has left me open to speculation. Since I am just not comfortable with the thought of lying to everyone we know, I decided to come clean sooner rather then later.

For some reason this one has made me sicker than the other 4. I mean waking up in the middle of the night to vomit. Lovely. So this is for those of you who may have noticed me running out of sacrament mtg to hurl. Or making an excuse to leave family dinner to puke. Or noticed me running somewhere for some reason with a green face. Or asking my SIL for zofran. Now you know.

No, I'm not very far along. I really just found out this week. I suspected a little bit. I've been hugely hormonal since my surgery, so I kind of feel like I have been pregnant for months. And now you all know and I am not even 6 weeks along. I think. There is no way to tell for sure until my ultrasound on the 27th. This is going to be a lonnnng pregnancy.

Pregnancy. Improbable, yes. Impossible, no. To quote the little talking lock on Alice in Wonderland,"my dear,I said impassible. Nothing is impossible!"

P.S- those of you who want to tell me I am crazy for having another baby, save it. I don't want to hear it. Nothing but sympathy or congratulations allowed. You know who you are....