I woke up early this morning. 4:30 to be exact. Probably the most exciting/nervous day of my life. I'm more excited today than my wedding day. And definitely more nervous. I knew I was gonna married BWB. I didn't know if I would have his baby today. So as I quietly tore the EPT package open, I thought about how I would tell BWB if I am pregnant. I've already taken a test 8 days ago (5 days before I was supposed to get my period) and that was negative. I've told him about the result of that test so he's not expecting anything, except me telling him that I'm ovulating and to hurry up and get home from law school so we can get going. Anyways, it is 3 days after P-Day and still nothing so I'm hopeful this time. With a little flashlight (I didn't want to wake him up), I peed on the stick and set it down on the counter as I start the time -- 3 minutes -- and read the instructions. At 30 seconds I shined the flashlight on it. +. Hm. Probably too soon. 1 minute. +. It was still there. 2 minutes. Still there. 3 minutes. +. I reread the instructions, + is baby, - is no baby. It was definitely a +.
I couldn't sleep after that. Instead, I googled how to surprise your husband with the good news. I settled on the idea of asking for "baby" food like "baby back ribs", "baby carrot", etc. So at about 10 this morning, he asked if I would like to get something to eat, I listed the food, "Baby back ribs, baby carrots, maybe some baby corn." "You have baby on the brain, sweetie." "I might have baby elsewhere." "What? Really? Are you serious?!?!" I showed him the test.
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