The moment I saw that second line appear so many things flashed through my head- just like a movie! Good and bad. Happy and scary. Ivy's just 3 months old. Another homebirth! FIVE kids?
I immediately ran into my bedroom and demanded hubby for the box. (Maybe I was a bit frantic.) LETMESEETHEBOX!
And for the first time in all the 8 years I've been tinkling on those sticks, two lines does not mean pregnant.
And for the first time in all my life I think that maybe just maybe I never want to take another pregnancy test again.