Please be the flu...or stress... I can't sleep. There's been an insurance related lapse in birth control. After some seriously fucked family drama hubby and I needed some stress relief. Grumble was asleep! IN HIS CRIB! we didn't think. It was glorious. And now... Close to two weeks later I woke up super nauseated, my granola bar suddenly tasted horrible and I'm slightly crampy. Frick. The test is in the drawer awaiting that all important first morning pee.

Tell me it wouldn't be the end of the world to be knocked up at 7 months PP? tell me I could survive 2 under 2? Tell me I'm nuts and the pee stick will only have one line...