I mentioned yesterday that I thought it was day 37. I was wrong. That's today. I didn't test this morning. I didn't want Chris to come into the bathroom and see the test on the counter, thus potentially messing up any chance of me telling him in a fun way.

Tomorrow we are driving to work separately, so this means I'll be able to get up later and won't have to worry about him seeing anything before he is supposed to.

In the past months although I've hoped for positive tests, I haven't been super disappointed with negative tests. And even the negative I got last week wasn't such a big deal to me. But I think if I get another negative this time I'll be pretty bummed out. I'm starting to feel really hopeful.