*** April Fool's ... joke?

Yes, its April Fools' Day and no, its not a joke!
We have an appointment slated for April 12th at the Fertility Specialist... and maybe that's why they schedule you so far damned out ahead... they know when a Type A person is calling, frustrated that they've been trying for a year to no avail. The administrator tells you to come in 6 weeks from your phone call,... you finally relax and stop "caring" about "trying" so much thus, viola! Prego.
I'd like to take a survey and see how often this formula works on people.

So, yes, I have been (once again) inspecting the size of my boobs, over-analyzing the fact that I've had no insane cravings for chocolate, contemplating how often I've felt the urge to pee and wondered if I am tired from hay fever or prego tired. I go through this at least once-a-month so my habitual practices are just part of my pre-menstrual routine. Also part of this psyching myself up & down on whether or not I may be pregnant "this time", I generally give in to peeing on a stick the morning my period is due only to find myself with my period starting 12 hours later. I love to waste money as well as mental energy...

So, last night, I went through 2 empty boxes of pee-stick tests (I try not to let Rob see how often I do this to myself... I hide boxes like an alcholic hides empty vodka bottles) and eventually found 1 last stick. I squirreled it away in the bathroom drawer for this morning.

I peed. I watched. I saw the negative line appear (by-passing the positive line). I laugh AT myself for being so stupid. I flush the toilet. I look again. I see... a very... faint... second line show up in line with the negative/tester line.
You've got to be kidding me.
I grabbed Evie and threw on the Tshirt I bought 1 year ago as the way I was going to make my announcement to Rob. Had she not whined profusely at my removing her princess dress to throw on a huge Tshirt , the moment would have been more fairytale... but having a toddler is never fairytale and our story has never been picture perfect. But that, in itself, is perfect.
So happy today I'm glowing.

*** End of day update, I scooted home from work a little early today. I peed to find that very faint/slightly pink wipe on the toilet tissue known as implantation bleeding. Whoa, I am very early pregnant, but for me, that's the final confirmation... never seen/experienced that before but fascinating to see.