I guess it was official when the second pink line appeared.
Or when I started feeling nauseous in the evenings and threatening the life of anyone who dared touch me (Sorry, Hot Hubby!).
Or when I started craving spicy foods.
But it didn't feel official.
I was waiting for the first sonogram. And the thu-thump sound I love to hear. That would make it official.
But, no. Official showed it's face in a completely different way this time.
Tuesday mid-morning I set out with Amelia and my friend, Robin, to do my monthly grocery shopping.
At the first stop (Fred Meyers) I:
Get cash (it makes Dave Ramsey happy).
Pick up a few items that I can only find at Freddy's.
Go to the self check out.
Put them in my cart.
Walk down to Starbucks (it's a treat for all the hard work of grocery shopping).
Pull out wallet.
Have a strange feeling.
Pay for coffee.
Recognize strange feeling as an uncertainty of whether or not I paid for my groceries.
Realize I didn't pay for my groceries.
Grab a $20 bill and groceries and hurry back to the store leaving Amelia and Robin to wait for our coffee.
Explain to the clerk at the self check what happened.
Realize I need two more dollars than what I have.
Race back to Starbucks and get wallet.
Go back and fully pay for the $22 of groceries I almost stole.
Blame it on pregnancy brain.
It's official! We are expecting number 4 to join us towards the end of April.