I know you are all dying to know the story behind the little mishap of the month. Well, around beginning of Decemberish, I decided I was allergic to latex after a few excruciating weeks. Contraception failed us. So, over Christmas break, I was pretty sure I was past my ovulating days, so we thought nothing of it. Then, about two weeks ago I started feeling weird. Not bad, just weird. I thought I was just going to start my period (I was crampy, exhausted, and hungry ALL the time). I took a pregnancy test that Saturday, but it was negative so I waited for my period to start. When it didn't appear for a week, I took another test. As soon as I peed, I ran back into the bedroom because I didn't want to look at it. Tim walked in before me and there it was. The holy double lines. I calculate that I'm about 5 weeks along. That means my baby is the size of a poppy seed--a POPPY SEED. How adorable is that!
We figure that baby will come sometime in September. That nixes the Argentina trip in August (Tim might still go, I'm definitely encouraging it. He says he needs to be responsible now for my welfare, but I think I'll be fine), but hopefully will not prevent me from completing my internship in DC. That does mean, though, hugely pregnant in 95% humidity in east coast summer. Not the best timing... but hey, what can you do when you are ridiculously fertile??