On telling the hubs the good news (9/22/11)

I honestly had thought for the longest time, that I would find some clever way to surprise my husband and tell him the good news. It wouldn’t be a complete shocker of course, as we were trying, but it would be a pleasant surprise nonetheless. I could never find the perfect way, however. The only thing that came to mind was wrapping the preggo test and giving him a “gift” either at home or in public, I was never sure. The downfall is that it’s not original in any sense, unless you get one that has a positive sign or says “pregnant” clearly on it, most guys won’t get what the stick is telling them. Remember, they haven’t scoured the back of the box or set of instructions. Lastly, when I think about it, who wants to get a stick that’s been peed on?…really, it’s kinda gross when you think about it.
So, I had already mentioned that my brain had left me and I couldn’t recall if my period was due that weekend or the next. I happened to have one test on hand so I took it on Sun morning while the hubs was cooking breakfast for everyone. Tick-tock…tick-tock…ever so faintly a second pink line started to appear. Can it be? Really? My brain tried to think of any way there could be a false positive considering this contraption was looking for hormones that should only exist once a primitive placenta has taken root…so this must be it.
All clever or not-so-clever plans flew out the window and I took my little treasure (wiped off and capped of course) towards the kitchen. I peeked my head around the corner and motioned for Hubs to come to me. Once he was out of sight of the kiddos, I pulled the test out from behind my back with the cheesiest grin ever. He looked at it for a second, took a closer look and picked me up in one of his awesome tall-guy hugs while giggling happily. He then asked how I felt. Good. Nervous? No, not really, I want to get some more tests, I need some confirmation, this doesn’t seem real.
So we got everyone ready for church, went to the service and stopped by the drug store on the way home. We needed bread for lunch anyway so it was a convenient stop. I found a brand I recognized, but was different from what I had just used (my brain was worried about bad batches of tests, silly) and we left the store. When we unloaded everyone at home, I excitedly tippy-toe-ran my way back to the bathroom and tested again. This test shows the second line (the one meaning you're preggers) as the vertical cross of a plus sign, Yup, definitely there, still a little faint, but there.
Monday morning I repeated the process. There was most definitely a plus sign, no mistaking this one. I accidentally left it on the sink and got a text later asking if it as from that morning. Yup. Convinced yet? Pretty much, gonna go to the clinic today. The clinic itself was a mess since I had been lazy in transferring my health insurance stuff to the local area, but if you’re a big enough pain, they eventually order you up a lab test. Positive. They handed me a short OB checklist and I was on my way. Sent the news to the hubs. Yay!!!!