I peed on a stick. I didn't want to get my hopes up too high because I had tested four days prior and got a negative result. I also had been spotting throughout the week, which I kept assuming was my period starting, but it never really...started.
I wanted to do it right - test on the first pee of the day, hence my early morning endeavor. I carefully unwrapped the First Response contraption (5 days before your missed period, my ass), sat down on the porcelain throne, aimed, fired. I'm not going to lie to you, pee splashed everywhere. But never mind that, because mere seconds later, two perfectly pink lines appeared in the window of the test.
Hows that for a little Christmas Eve TMI for ya????
Any way...
I crawled back into bed with just enough bounce to be sure to startle sleeping Andrew.
*Whispering*
Me: Are you awake?
Andrew: Kind of... why?
Me: I think you need to be awake...
Andrew (somewhat alert): Why?
Me: I think I'm pregnant.
And we hugged and kissed and it was glorious and the moment I had always wanted it to be. As much as I love the cutsie ways to deliver the good news (buy him a mug that says "Daddy" or stick a roll [bun] in the oven for him to find, etc.), it's really not our style. Plus, seriously, I could not wait a second longer to tell him, let alone spend days orchestrating some intricate plan.
And yep... I took pictures. After all, it was the best Christmas present EVER.
So I'm spending THIS Christmas Eve morning with my two favorite people...
...and our not-so-little dog, too.
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