How I found out
January 8th, 2008 by Liss
Some people wrap their positive pregnancy tests with pretty paper and ribbons and present them by way of announcement. Some save them for...well, not the baby book, I guess. Something. (How would you fit that in a book?) I know of some people with a half-dozen positive tests sitting in a drawer or cabinet just because it seems wrong to throw them out.
I, on the other hand, have never peed on a stick and had a positive result. Plenty of negative results, until I realized what a complete waste of time and money that was given my generally consistent thousand-day cycle, but not a positive test to be found.
Abby is an IVF success story, so our positive test was actually a blood test at the doctor’s office. I was downtown in a meeting when the nurse called with the results, but she didn’t leave a message. I knew I would be an emotional wreck no matter which way the results went, so I didn’t want to call until after we got back to our office. By then I figured I’d be a wreck driving home, so I might as well wait until I got home to call her back.
When I walked into the house I found my husband, who was working from home that day for whatever reason, with the most serious face. He told me that the nurse had called the house with the results of the pregnancy test, and I totally lost it. I was sure he’d be smiling if the test was positive, after all, not being so serious about it! It took me almost five minutes for the rest of his sentence to penetrate - that we were pregnant! He had known that I was pregnant for hours before I did, which I found strangely amusing (and still do).
(Swistle asked how we found out we were pregnant. Who am I to pass up blog fodder?)
