I have a much better feeling about this one.

It's only been a few hours, but Mr. NK and I usually talk all day at work (thank you, Google Talk) and so far we haven't really talked about this morning. He knew that I wasn't hopeful because of yesterday's temp drop, but he has always been the one who says to wait until it's over before I call it over. So I told him that if my temp was up again in the morning, I'd take a test.

He was still sleeping when I got up and peed on a stick. But when he woke up and saw me coming back from the bathroom, he must have known right away.

"Is it back up?" he said.

"Yeah...and I took a test and I'm pregnant."

He hugged me and told me not to get too crazed over it just yet...to see what happened...which is good advice (he wasn't trying to rain on my parade, just cautioning me not to start the parade yet, which I'm not). And then he got up and took a shower and I took a shower and we went all the way into the city on the train together without saying another word about it.

Later on I messaged him that I still coudn't believe it. He said he'd known all along, and that the only thing that bothered him was the way I do the "I think I am...it looks good...no, wait, I can't be. It looks bad. No, wait, maybe I am...no, I can't be. Oh wait, I took a test, and I am." I did the exact same thing last month with the chemical. I even did it when I was pregnant with Joseph.

I bought a cheapo test on the way to work because the line was so faint on the one I took this morning. Nice fat dark line on this one. And no bleeding.

Please, let this be the one we take home.