Finding Out The News: May 13, 2008

Because a couple of people have requested the story and because I think it's a good one and so classically us, I shall share the story of when we found out the news.

We decided that Tuesday night - the Tuesday after Mother's Day - would be the Night of Testing. We had our suspicions, of course, but had been hesitant to test too early and get a false negative or something equally frustrating, so a lot of thought went into when we were going to actually take a test.

Scott got home and we had small talk and then finally got around to the thing we were both anticipating greatly but weren't talking about. We went to the bathroom and I, well, did what was necessary on the expensive plastic stick.

For three minutes we again talked about.....whatever....but not the little stick on the counter. Finally we got to look. We peered at it together, and saw......

"Wait. Is that one line or two? I can't tell! There are two lines, there, I think, but it's faint......... Babe, it seems like I read somewhere that if you see the second line AT ALL it means....well, it means you're pregnant. I think I read that.....!"

We were looking at the instruction booklet that came with the test and trying to see if there was anything in there about a faint second line. There was nothing. Nothing at all.

We went to the family room to try to get on the computer to go to the First Response website to see what they had to say on the subject. Waiting to start up the computer. Waiting for the internet to connect. Waiting for the internet to connect. Waiting for the internet to connect. Waiting......for......the.......internet.......to......connect.......... It would not connect. Would not. We tried and tried and tried. (This is where it's not such a great thing that we mooch wireless internet service from our neighbors.) If three minutes seemed like a long time sitting in the bathroom making small talk, this was an eternity!

Finally Scott said he'd go to the store to get a digital test. We had another of the same "two line" tests, but that one probably would have done the same thing, so he figured a digital one might be better. I offered to come with him, but I was *exhausted* so he refused to let me and insisted he'd go. I told him we could get one the next day (not really wanting to do that, but feeling bad that he was going to drive back into town by himself at like 9 at night), and he was like, "Um.....no." I said, "Do you WANT to go?" He nodded. "You wanna know, too, don't you?" He nodded a very enthusiastic nod, and that was so sweet to me - that was literally the first time he had seemed excited or anxious at all to know what was going on.

So he went. And I waited. I would have been watching American Idol to distract myself, but the TV was messed up so I couldn't. (It has been suggested that the broken state of our TV was the reason we got pregnant in the first place. Regardless of the humor in that, it's not true.)

Finally he got back and we went back to the bathroom. And we made more small talk while waiting AGAIN. He went back into the bathroom (we had been sitting in our room) to blow his nose, and when he came back we resumed our small talk. He randomly hugged me, and said, "I saw what it said."

I was like, "Um.....huh?"

"I saw what it said. Do you want to know what it says?"

"Yes! But you weren't supposed to look! We were supposed to look together! But yes, I want to know!"

"I couldn't help it! I just saw it when I went in!"

"TELL ME WHAT IT SAID!"

"It said what you were afraid might not happen."

"Are you KIDDING me?"

And we ran into the bathroom and saw it. Big bold letters this time: PREGNANT.

And I screamed. And Scott jumped. And we hugged and cried and it was all a very sweet scene.