My brain was a jumbled mess. I am pregnant. And nobody knows . (To fully understand the context of this post, you may want to read my previous post first.) That morning, I was by myself at work for a few hours. It was the slowest shift ever. God must have done that knowing I would need some time to think! It was sort of agonizing. My mind was going in a thousand different directions. I was trying to sort out what could have possibly happened. Was my home ovulation test faulty? Was there a chance the lab test was wrong, or maybe it was someone else's results? How far along was I? Do I tell someone? Do I tell Chris?! I never imagined that I would have to tell Chris over the phone that I was pregnant. And I hated the idea of it. He was in an area where there was poor cell phone reception, so there was no guarantee that I could even get ahold of him to tell him. And I was imagining me trying to tell him the news and then the phone cutting in and out. It would be so awkw...