So, here I am, home on a snow day, squinting at this barely visible shadow of a line, and wondering, hoping, fingers-crossing that this baby will stick, grow, and be born healthy. Hubby is working, away until Saturday. I am telling myself I will not test again until Friday, and then will test once more with him on Saturday . . . but I also told myself I would not test until my period was due. They call this AF on the discussion boards. I had to google that also. Apparently it stands for "Aunt Flow." I have a lot to learn.
But, for now I believe I have my BFP ("big fat positive," for those out of the loop . . . ) and I think I will sit back, have some tea, and enjoy this moment.