How I knew I was Pregnant

Ok, yeah the positive pregnancy test was a huge indication that I was, actually, knocked up. But there was a reason I made that fateful early morning excursion to Rite Aid, sans children. And I wasn't readly that late - my period has had it's own time table for awhile now so a day or 2 off schedule really doesn't cause me too much sweat.
No, the real reason I dropped nearly $20 on a pack of 3 tests (to be sure!) was I knew I was pregnant. I felt, well, different. Cigs tasted horrible. I was exhausted and my abdomen ached like I had been doing crunches (where I had surely not been doing any sort of exercise whatsoever).
So now I sit on the bed, watching Balls of Fury, belly already sticking out. I took a bath before (nope, not too hot - tepidly warm per all pregnancy instructions read in periodicals and the internet) and was noticing that it had been a while since my belly got bigger but my belly button actually got more shallow and not deeper! Score!
Was tough accepting this pregnancy, pretty much figured that part of my life was over and looking forward to more and more self-sufficiency from the children. But now that it's here I am pretty happy.
And did I tell you I think this one is a boy? Same thing as the knowing I was pregnant - just a gut thing. But I trust it.