Pregancy Test

Ok, I know I'm 6 weeks pregnant. I've already even been to the OB's office and they basically told me I was too. Yet, I took a pregnancy test this weekend. Why, you ask? Actually, it makes sense. We were cleaning up our bathroom and I found an unused test. I don't plan on needing to use it for quite some time now and it's not something you give a friend ("hey, I had this laying around, do you want it?") so instead of just wasting it by throwing it out, I thought I'd waste it by using it. And lo and behold, I'm pregnant! Actually, I've never taken a pregnancy test this far along into a pregnancy (not that I'm far, but for both pregnancies, I've only taken the tests when I'm about 4 weeks). The positive line showed up on the test even before the control line appeared in the other window. I started laughing a little. I haven't been feeling very pregnant - I'm the normal amount of tired, I'm not sick at all; I honestly wouldn't even guess I was pregnant if I hadn't taken that test - so it was reassuring to know that the other lines I saw weren't my imagination.
Oh, and as a side note, Nick said he was outside tonight, taking out the trash, when the neighbor called him over. She asked him point blank if I was pregnant because she just thinks she sees something in my eyes. Now, how on earth she could see anything at all when I've seen her for about 30 seconds total in the past few weeks, but still, it was weird for her to ask Nick. Last time I was preggers my old co-worker had a dream that I was pregnant before I even took the test. How do these people have a 6th sense about me being pregnant?