The "Story"

Here we are... eight weeks in.  I suppose the "Hey, I think I'm pregnant" and here's how I found out story deserves some space.  Let me set the scene:

Part 1:

I have been taking ovulation kits for some time.  For those who don't know how those operate, it's very similar to a pregnancy test.  You have two lines that eventually appear.  Once the second line is darker than your test line, it's positive and 'bam' ovulation should happen in the next 24-48 hours.  Up until that point, a lighter line than your test line is a negative test.



Part 2: 

It's a Friday evening (August 31st), which happens to be the evening of Franklin Incentive Day, and I'm joining some co-workers for happy hour after work (spending our hard earned incentive money on alcohol).  I am thoroughly enjoying a Great Lakes IPA when the thought comes to mind that 'hmmm.... something's a little off here' (if you know what I mean).  I make a mental note to take a pregnancy test when I get home.


Part 3:
Jonathan is on duty at the fire station Friday, August 31st and Saturday, September 1st.


The "Story":

I arrive home Friday night (after receiving a $25 parking ticket for being 13 minutes over my meter) and run upstairs to take a test.  I let it do its business and go downstairs to turn on a movie and pop some popcorn.  I go back up and check it.  Sure enough... two lines, but the line is not darker than the test line.  Negative, Not pregnant, Better luck next month.  I throw it in the trash can and proceed to my popcorn.

On Saturday morning, I get up and do my normal morning routine.  I sit down for the first OSU game when a thought comes to mind... Last night, I took a pregnancy test, not an ovulation test.  It was positive you dummy.  I run back upstairs and dig in the trash can (gross) to find my test.  Sure enough.... two lines (of which color doesn't matter).  To be sure, I decided to take a dummy-proof digital test that spells it out for you.  PREGNANT!

After a moment of shock, I decide that I'll wait to tell Jonathan until our 5 year anniversary on Tuesday, September 7th.  When he comes home on Sunday, I try to carry on as normal.  However, if you see my post below, lying doesn't suit me so well.  Turns out... keeping big secrets from my husband is not exactly my forte either.  I manage to save it until mid-afternoon when I call him up to the room that we already discussed as the nursery.  I careful lay my tests out on the foot of the bed.

His response?

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