Yep. Still pregnant.  I used up the second HPT this morning, and it was dark as anything, which was reassuring.

Last night, I told Dave that I really wanted a broccoli and spinach calzone, but that I didn’t think it had anything to do with me being pregnant.

"Right.  For FOUR YEARS anytime we call a pizza place we get half mushroom, half green pepper, and ALL OF A SUDDEN you want something totally different.  You are so pregnant."

Whatever. It was delicious.

We’ll go to the mountain today to tell my folks.  I just talked to my mom, who was amazingly not suspicious of our last minute plan to "give you your birthday presents" and "take advantage of the beautiful day." Hee.  She wants us to stay the night, which we probably won’t do, and they have dinner plans for 6 with some of their friends, so we have to get there sooner rather than later.  Dave’s putting on the summer wheels, and then we’ll take a shower, and then we’ll head out.  God, I hope they’re both there when we arrive, because I just want to give them their presents and have it be over, because I will explode if I have to sit there and wait for Dad to get off the slopes or something. ARGH!

We aren’t telling the inlaws for a while, which I admitted to Dave is a total double standard of mine.  He understands, though, that if it doesn’t work out, I would need the support of my mom, and not of his.  We also talk and or see my folks much more frequently than we see any of his family (despite, you know, the fact that they all live within a five mile radius of us, and my folks are 100 miles away at any given time).  I think we’ll tell them after the ultrasound, which is on 5/6, two days before Mother’s Day.  It might make a good gift for the MIL.

So, yes. Still quite pregnant, which is a totally good thing.