(At some point I believe I shall have something else to talk about besides pregnancy. Unfortunately for you, that point is not now.)
Jason is picking out baby names and looking into college savings plans.
My mom sent the first baby gift with a tag made out to "Our Newest Little Angel" and is gathering up mementos of my babyhood to pass along.
Jason's mom is planning the nursery design.
My friends are gathering up their old maternity clothes for me.
Other friends have already started knitting.
My sister is planning to fly across the country for the baby shower.
As for me, I can't stop thinking about taking another one of these, just to make sure.
I just don't know yet. I'm too nervous/scared/bitter/jaded to move Tadpole out of the realm of the hypothetical and into the "Holy Shit, I'm Having a Baby" category.
Maybe I'll feel better in another six weeks or so. And we'll see what my belly looks like then.