Testing, testing, 1, 2, 3....

This is where I tell you what a spaz I am. Not that you'll be surprised.

It was the end of February and I was telling B that I was late and I wanted to take a pregnancy test. He smiled kindly and reminded me that I'm not exactly regular so not to get myself all worked up. So we decided that if I hadn't started by Sunday we would go get a test.

On Friday after work I just so happened to be at Target walking by the pregnancy tests. It's funny how things happen like that. Why not pick one up?

I looked at the different tests and literally laughed out loud at the fact that Clear Blue Easy had a digital test. Apparently some people can't read the regular test. I mean, who can't read a regular test? Who are these women?



So I went home and ran up the stairs clutching my little box. I actually read the directions, as if I didn't know how it worked. I counted to 5 as I peed on the stick. Then I sat it on the counter and stood there just staring at it. In the first 30 seconds I was disappointed that the second line didn't pop up. I had to leave the bathroom. So I stood in the living room and stared at the clock.

When I came back in I saw it. That second line! I couldn't believe it! I clapped, I stared, I giggled. I walked out of the bathroom and stood in the hallway. I rubbed my face (it's an anxious habit) and then went back in to stare at the test. I'm not sure how long I wandered around the apartment with a million thoughts racing thru my head.

This is when I started to lose all common sense. The more I stared, the more I realized that one line was darker than the other. Yes, the pamphlet siad that might happen but logic was not a part of this thought process. Clearly it shows I'm pregnant. Right? Right. But, you know, I might as well take the other test. Since I have it...



Um, what the heck? Is this one lighter than the one before?!



It is!! I'm getting less pregnant by the second!

This my friends, is the beginning. I mean, we all see 2 lines. We do. But I kept leaving the bathroom and coming back in, expecting those second lines to have disappeared. I just needed someone to confirm that I was pregnant. I wanted to take a picture and text someone.

But B was at work and he had to be the first to know. So what did I do?



Well I got back in that car and drove back to Target and picked up one of those new fangled digital majiggers. Why? Because I'm that girl. That girl that can't read a pregnancy test.

I mean, I knew I was pregnant but I just wanted to see that word pop up. Pregnant.



I shouldn't mention how after the 3rd and final pregnancy test I went back to Target. But I did, for the 3rd time. I went shopping for some baby stuff. I bought a cute little blanket and tucked that test into the ribbon on top, stacked it on some colorful baby toys (all food themed of course), added a Dr. Seuss book and stuck it in a gift bag.

I had B open it when he got home. His response was, "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh" and it continued like that sporadically for the next few days. Of course, I cried the whole time he opened the present. I wish you could have seen his face.

We are ecstatic. We're pregnant!