Mo and I had been trying to have a baby for a couple cycles, so after one or two dissapointments of testing too soon I purposely put off testing. But when you-know-who didn't show up about a week after scheduled, I decided that it was time to buy myself a pregnancy test. On Saturday, I was tempted to do the ole' pee test, but we were late for brunch with friends so I postponed it.
Sunday morning, I woke up around 9am and had to pee. I looked over at the test waiting by the sink and figured now was a good a time as any. Well, after I was done... I put the stick on the counter so I could wash my hands, and while I was still sudsing up, the test flashed "Pregnant" (I learned to use a digital test since the two lines tests are so hard to read). I blinked hard and felt my heart accelerate. Was that for real? I stared at it for a good two minutes before I finally believed what I read.
I could feel a slow grin crossing my face, and I rushed into the bedroom waving the test.
"Mo, wake up" I said.
He groaned but I could see he was just teasing.
"Look" I said thrusting the test into this face.
He rolled over, and then rolled back and opened his eyes. "Oh no", he smiled.
A minute later, he was out of bed, wide awake and doing the battlecry that I'm sure all newly expectant fathers do. "Yeah!" he cried. "My boys can swim!"