Two pink lines ...

I've been waiting for a reason to start blogging ... well I got my reason on Tuesday when peeing on a stick resulted in two pink lines and head to toe goose bumps. Yup, I'm pregnant.

If you had asked me before Tuesday how I would tell my husband we were pregnant, I would have said that I would do something creative and cute.

The fact is, that was way too much information to keep to myself for more than 10 seconds so I immediately picked up the phone to call and tell him the good news. I could hear the smile in his voice - meanwhile, I'm sweating profusely out of excitment, nerves, etc - and something else that I would probably call relief. We were worried getting pregnant could take a while, but two months into the "trying" process was all it took.

Now it's Friday and I've been amazed to see all of the changes in my body in such a short period of time. I've been exhausted during the day ... and constantly hungry. I swear my boobs are already bigger, not too mention sore and incredibly sensitive to the touch.

According to the handy little fertility calendar on parenting.com, I'm due on January 24. I'm four weeks pregnant and while the baby is only the size of a poppy seed, it's already made a huge impact. The hardest part so far is definitely the secrecy ... we're excited, but it's tempered excitement as we know there are so many things that can wrong right now so we don't want to tell people until the first trimester is over.

I have a feeling, though, that will be easier said than done. My husband called his parents last night - he said he just had to tell someone - and I'll admit, I called my friend Katie today to tell her the news too. My parents are next tomorrow (in person, which I'm really excited about), but then that's it for a while, we think.

Everyone that knows now has been absolutely sworn to secrecy ... now how long can we keep our little poppy-sized secret?