I'm stealing a play from my best friend College Roomie's playbook (er....blog) today. Earlier this week, she did a precious post about how she told her husband they were expecting. I realized I had not shared how I told The Boy from Texas about our positive test. Precious, it's not, yet probably still better than the utter failure that occurred when we told my parents.
I was a couple of days late with a certain monthly occurrence (seriously, am I blogging about this?), but didn't think much of it. I had casually mentioned it to The Boy from Texas, who daily would ask me, "Do we have a verdict yet?" I love it when he talks lawyer to me. Finally, I decided to pick up a test, but didn't plan on taking it because I was sure there was no way we were pregnant. I mean, doesn't it take people like a year to get knocked up?
So one evening we were sitting in the recliner and he asked about the verdict. I said still nothing. He suggested I take the test. I remember saying, "Oh, fine, I'll take it, but I'm sure it's going to be negative anyway." Off I went to take the test.
You're supposed to wait 2 minutes and see if a blue line appears. Our blue line appeared in about 2 seconds.
At which point, I made the announcement to The Boy from Texas in the sweetest way I could think of.
I bellered from the bathroom, "Um....you better get in here. YOU BETTER GET IN HERE RIGHT NOW!" He came running in, saw the blue line, and just started smiling and giggling and hugging me.
Continuing on my appropriate response to this situation, I started repeatedly saying, "What do we do now? There are no more instructions on this box? What happens now? I don't know what to do. You don't know what to do. What do we do?"
Finally having enough of this, he very calmly said, "Call Super Mom."
So I did. She told me to call the doctor tomorrow to make an appointment and take a deep breath. In addition to her advice, we went to get a pizza for dinner and I made The Boy from Texas go into Walgreens to buy another pregnancy test, ideally a different brand, just be be sure. Blue line popped right up again.
Precious or not, that's our story.
Excitement is . . .
5 months ago