Like I said, the positive sign was faint. The horizontal line was a bright strong blue as it was in all the other tests I took during those three months, but this time there was a very light, almost imaginary vertical line...
My boobs were sore. Not "getting my period sore", but "have to hold them to my chest while I brush my teeth sore". Like, seriously sore. But that was it. Well, that and a strange premonition from a fellow teacher at my school.
I had taken a test the Friday before because of the boobs=negative. Took one Saturday and Sunday= negative squared. On Monday after school, a first grade teacher said, "Jane are you pregnant?". I replied with the typical, "What are you trying to say? I'm fat?!" retort. But she said, "no nothing like that. I just keep 'seeing you' pregnant."...
That faint positive appeared that night.
I had hoped to be smooth and come up with some magical way of telling Matt he was going to be a father. Something with a scavenger hunt or, really, anything with any amount of grace. What did I actually do? I SCREAMED from the bathroom, "Christ, Matt get your ass up here right NOW!" He shot up the stairs thinking I'd killed myself somehow only to find me shoving a pee stick in his face speaking at 100 miles an hour asking him to verify that he sees a line. He did...he thought. It was really THAT faint. So what did we do?
We turned to google. "faint positive home pregnancy results". No, a picture of my pee stick will not show up if you search that now, but seriously THOUSANDS will. Alas, I saw one that looked just like mine and Matt and I jumped up and down and then I quickly sat down, after all...I had a baby bouncing around in there somewhere!
Obviously the next day I called the doctor, but not before I went into that psychic teacher's room and asked her to give me 7 numbers.
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