A friend pointed out that I never posted the story of how I told Nathan that he was going to be a dad. It’s not much of a story, but I’m happy to tell it!
In case you weren’t following along three months back (oohhh goodness, am I almost 12 weeks already?!), I had somewhat of a testing problem. As in, well before “Aunt Flo” was due to arrive, I had an itch to test about four times a day. I ended up giving my pregnancy tests to my therapist for safe keeping. About a week before I said I would test in February, I began to feel symptoms. My morning coffee made me vomit, and after that, the smell of coffee gave me a headache and made me want to vomit. I developed a super-human sense of smell that allowed me to detect the coffee clinging to my husband’s clothes after he had spent the day studying in Starbucks–he doesn’t even drink coffee! The woman who had been in my therapist’s office right before me wore perfume; no one else said was strong at all. I had to ask her to open a window. I felt like I’d been trapped in a Sephora. The look on my face convinced her that this was a real reason to test. (She would have handed over the tests, regardless, I just answered her questions because that is therapy.)
I decided to take one test home. I decided to use it first thing in the morning. Supposedly, that’s when urine is most concentrated and the test is most accurate. First thing in the morning turned out to be 4:00 in the morning, when I woke up and had to pee. The line on the test was faint (this was early, remember) but, having taken about 10 negative tests in January, I knew that this was a line!
Naturally, I ran into the bedroom to wake up Nathan. What I didn’t know was that he had just gone to bed at 3:00 am. He may have had his eyes open, but he was not awake. So when I said “Look! Look! It’s positive!” He mumbled “I don’t see it.”
Yeah. I was not happy.
“Look! It’s right there! It’s a LINE! I’m pregnant!”
“I hope so.”
At that point, I gave up and told someone online. Thank goodness I have an inside-the-computer friend in Hawaii! After sufficient online celebration, I managed to go back to sleep somehow. But (after wiping it off), I put the test on the bathroom shelf, where Nathan would see it when he was finally awake. So, when we did get up for school/work, he did see the line. No more “hope so” – genuine excitement!
And, that’s the story. There was lots of mushy texting that day.
PS Nathan is awesome; he just really cannot wake up after 1 hour of sleep at 4 am. When I took a digital test a few days later, just to see the word “pregnant” pop up, he was totally excited.