Losing my virginity.

As a blogger that is. So here goes my first post. Jon and I learned we were pregnant on June 15th. We had only been trying since March. The day started with me waking up and peeing on a stick, not really expecting a positive test. Five minutes or so later, I saw the 2 lines on the test and immediatley thought: No way, you gotta be shitten me. I called Jon at work and told him he had to come home, I had to show him something. So Jon thought Tootsie peed on the couch or chewed something or was somehow a bad girl. So he came home about 10 minutes later and walked in the house yelling "What'd you do?" in a stern 'bad girl' tone. When I showed him the test he was....skeptical, I think that says it best. SO he insisted I take a second test, I was Sure it would be negative, as I was always a believer of the it has to-be-morning-pee myth. After I guzzled a ton of water and peed again only because Jon made me. I was elated (to say the least) when I saw the 2nd positive test! We told everyone that day. I have this big-mouth condition, its awful. I really need help.
 And then we went from there...