Once upon a time, I went to the most magical place on earth. I was sick all day long. I finally started to beg Ryan to let me go home since I felt so crappy. Now, this was no ordinary sickness. It was that sick, I need to eat or I'm going to throw up sickness. I knew it was either I had the flu or I was pregnant, the latter of which we know is impossible. Ryan and I had decided that we were happy with one child and our other children could wait for an indefinite amount of time. In vitro was far from our minds, so for me to be pregnant would be impossible. We were told the chances of conceiving naturally were "not likely." Well, we came home from Disneyland and I ended up taking a test. This is what it said: I thought for sure the test must be broken, so I took another one the next day. We got the same result. We are in complete shock, but we are so excited to be adding Tiny Todd (keep in mind, we do not know the sex yet. Tiny Todd is just this baby's nickname) to our family. He/she will be arriving in June 2012! And that folks, is the California miracle!