Pooky and I found out on our 2nd anniversary that we're expecting our first little one. I won't go into every detail (don't worry), but I'll say that we'd been charting to avoid for almost a year, and were incredibly lucky to get pregnant our first month TTC. I told myself that it could, and most likely would, take months, and that I shouldn't get my hopes up so soon. Nevertheless, I surreptitiously bought a few pregnancy tests, and on the morning of our anniversary (at 12 DPO), sneaked into the bathroom to pee on them.
The first was a Walgreen's cheapie-- right after I checked it and swore I saw a line, I remembered that blue dye tests were notorious for giving false positives. How could I have forgotten?! I needed confirmation.
Next up was a First Response which, to my amazement, also showed the faintest of lines. This was it-- time to go to the digital (I'd heard that they're not as sensitive, but by their nature leave less room for interpretation error).
And cue the Clear Blue Easy digital-- it took the entire allotted waiting time, but "Pregnant" finally popped up in the window.
The proof is in the pudding:
I took the digital into our bedroom and practically shoved it in Pook's face and said, "Happy anniversary, Papa!" It took him a minute or two (his reaction was slowed considerably by a lack of light/contacts/glasses, combined with his anti-morning personality), but he finally got it and said, "Really?" To which I replied, "Apparently." We're not overly sappy people, obviously.
We spent the rest of the day in a dreamy, expectant-parent fog, both thrilled and totally overwhelmed at once.
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