All week my wife complains about having sore breasts. No big deal. Boobs get sore, right? She skips her period. Maybe it’s stress. A lot is going on at work for her – the end of the year for teachers can be rough. I’m not taking this seriously – I’ve heard it all before.
It’s Friday night and the wife walks in wearing a skimpy little number. Provoking me. Like an adolecent teen I jump at the chance for some lovin’. Uh, oh – awesome sex during what is supposed to be “that time of the month”? Okay, I finally admit, this is getting serious.
I’m traveling for the next week. I have to know. Is there a little parasitic person in her belly soaking up nutrients? I WANT TO KNOW! This leads us to the midnight trip for pregnancy tests.
We read the instructions carefully. Too carefully. So carefully that it starts to seem complicated. We throw the instructions away. Pee on a stick – easy enough. Wait two minutes.
“Holy Shit, is that two pink lines?”
Buy second test – this time digital.
“Holy Shit! Is that a YES?”
Second test confirms pregnancy. Wow. I mean WOW. I’m going to be a Dad!
As you can imagine, I have a whole lot to talk about. Coming soon.