It started about a week ago. I had a nagging feeling I was pregnant, but it was too early to jump the gun. My period was supposed to come on Wednesday. Alas, it did not come, further confirming my little secret that my sore chest and incessant need to nod off in mid day had already suggested. I decided not to mention it to Will until Saturday, just incase my "time of the month" decided to show it's face after all. Saturday came and went, and I had explained my symptoms including the late period, to Will. If you know Will personally, you know that he is never one to get excited. Literally. Ever. He is extremely level-headed (which makes one of us) and calm. He keeps me grounded. However, this is not what I wanted at a time like this! I wanted him to be just as quick to pull out the First Response as I was. Well, I wasn't going to be persuaded anyway.
Sunday morning: still no period. At this point, taking the test was only a tangible piece of evidence in MY eyes. Will rolled over and put his arm around me, and in his most sweet-as-pie voice says, "So are you going to go pee on one of those thingys or what?" Ah HA, he was excited. Deeeeeeeep down. If there were awards for bed-to-toilet races, I certainly would have gotten it. He, not wanting to miss a beat, sat on the sink and handed me the "thingy" that most of us like to call a home pregnancy test. I peed. I waited. I watched in anticipation as one bold line showed up. I am pretty sure I let out a sound of disappointment a little too soon, because as quickly as the first one came, a second line modestly made its appearance. My grin must have been award winning as well, because I am positive you could see all 32 teeth. Will, being his level-headed self, tried to muffle a smile while he analyzed the test. Let me tell you ladies: men do not like faint lines. He is a man of black or white. He understands neither gray areas or the concept of "a line is a line". So, wanting confirmation, we sat on the couch and I chugged a water bottle. I wasted all of my pee on the first test. Darn it. About 45 minutes later came the time to take test two. Will wouldn't even let me look at it until three minutes was up! Well, you can guess what happened. There they were in all their glory: TWO huge dark beautiful pink lines! It wasn't until now that Will finally allowed himself to get excited. By excited I mean smile, give me a hug, and quadruple check the HPTs.
Eh, I'll take it.
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