Four Score and a Year Ago...

It's weird to think about how this whole "Okay, we're ready to get pregnant!" idea has been cultivating for a year now.  True, my husband and I agreed that we'd "Start in June".  But that agreement happened around this time in 2010.  Do you know that it's been such a plan and thought that now that the white bar showed two lines it still doesn't seem real?  Not enough firm evidence has proven to me that I am in fact "with child".  I wonder if all of these quotations marks imply an underlying sarcasm and disbelief?  Notice there are a lot of question marks too. 

So there are definite differences in my body but my body has always been a bit of a curiosity in itself so it doesn't much phase me.  I was the high school girl who played sports and would go sometimes three months without the womanly course (sure, this only happened but a few times, still, that is more than any of my girlfriends have ever experienced so I believe it to be noteworthy).  And, a tender chest (no, not just my emotional heart!) comes and goes with the months too.  So dealing with a throbbing bounce is not new.  I've always had vivid dreams- rather explicit ones at that!  Thus, that is not new news.  However, one thing I have always been is a solid Eggen sleeper.  Always.  Hurricane Andrews threatening loom and high winds?  I slept like a baby.  My father's room-penetrating snore throughout the house?  Didn't know snoring ran in the family.  A tornado ran through our Langarado campsite whilst concert music was blaring and my back was planted on a tree root?  Ah, a good stretch with the rise of the sun the next day!  So those facts do lend themselves toward my mild consciousness of birds singing, my husband rummaging for running shorts and the morning arriving being a curiosity.  This is totally new.  I wonder if it's true that pregnant women have a more acute sensory system because of there new found maternal instinct.  Or is this just my subconscious being smartly aware of the "What to Expect" literature I read and translating it in my brain during slumber.  That sounds legit.  Maybe I'm too skeptical?  I'll argue in my defense that I've always been the type to have an intense sense of "Okay, I understand now that it's been colored as black or white" and until that moment there tends to be a blur of grasping my surroundings.  I tell ya.  Hmm, perhaps a offshoot of my stubborn nature? 

Whatever the case, we're four days in and I'm very eager for Monday the 18th so that I can re-pee for further research into this current search for a definitive answer.