How we... half-way found out

Well, this all started Superbowl weekend. That's right folks, we have a true Saints fan in the making :) A week later and I was feeling a little... different. Jason and I had started trying for a baby in the middle of January, just a month before, so I wasn't letting myself get too worked up over the possibility of being pregnant so soon. I took a test anyway. It was negative. A couple more days passed and I couldn't believe that pregnancy test, of course I couldn't really believe the alternative either. I took another one. Negative. I tried not to think about it. I lasted two more days.

It was six or so in the morning and I was getting ready to take Jason to work. I chastised myself as I pulled out yet another pregnancy test. I told myself I was wasting good money on these tests as I unwrapped it. And as I waited for the tell-tale pink line, I thought, "This is ridiculous, this is the last one. I can't believe I let myself...wait... is that...NO. WAY." Slowly I walked out of the bathroom holding the test out like a winning lottery ticket. Jason was sitting on our bedroom floor petting our newest addition, a Labrador mix named Lilly. Now, I have planned for this moment for a long time. I planned how I might take Jason out to a nice dinner and ask him how he would feel about becoming a daddy. I planned how I might write him a sweet note and put it in his lunch so he would read it at work, and how I would be waiting outside his office and whisk him off to play hookie so we could enjoy the good news. I planned how I might make him a slide show of our history together beginning with pictures from our first few dates and go through our wedding and our move to California and end with a picture of the positive pregnancy test. None of these things happened. Instead I sat on the floor beside him and handed him the test, "There's two lines." We sat in silence trying to process this information. "But it's only a faint line so..." I trailed off, confused.

"Does that mean your half pregnant?" His voice was half question, half comment. It was a ridiculous thing to say and I could tell Jason was in shock, but as funny as it is looking back, it seemed like a perfectly relevant question to me at the time. Yes, I thought, that must be it. I'm half pregnant. For whatever reason, this fact was enough for the both of us to continue on with our day, and I took Jason to work as usual.

It took me two more days to seriously ask myself what in the world I was doing walking around believing I was half-pregnant. Over the next week, I took two more tests, each with a more pronounced pink line. It was official, we would spend the next several months waiting for Baby.