I suspected I was pregnant about a week ago, but really knew on Saturday. How did I know? I was weepy, emotional, and almost went postal over my toddler’s missing shoes.

I was in Jonathan’s room, looking for his shoes, when I felt so frustrated that I almost lost it. In the middle of my hormone-induced craziness, I thought, “Do I really get this upset over missing shoes?” The answer. Yes. Absolutely- when I am pregnant.

Later that day, I was watching Tim take our girls on the Ferris Wheel at the Utah State Fair, when I started crying. I felt a surge of love for my family and wanted to hug and kiss them all at the same time. I would like to claim to be this grateful and sweet 24/7, but this powerful surge of love, rainbows, and unicorns is also a little abnormal for me. Well, unless I am pregnant.

So, I told Tim, who reassured me that I was not pregnant, and I believed him- sort of.

Until early Sunday morning, when I just KNEW. I grabbed my four year-old and headed to Smiths Market, where I reached through the Pharmacy’s metal security gate in an effort to score a pregnancy test and some peace of mind.

There is nothing like finding out “the news” in a grocery store bathroom stall with your four year-old. But hey, can you blame me? It is hard to wait for news like this. The result: positive.

Are we thrilled? Abso-frickin-lutely!