Needless to say, I was pretty anxious to take the test each month to see if we had educatedly-guessed correctly.
I am here to tell you ... DON'T DO THAT!!
We were actually out furniture shopping when it dawned on me that we were within the 'up to 5 days prior' period when one can break out the stick and start peeing on it. I, excitedly, told my husband that I thought I might be pregnant and he seemed excited. But I failed to mention that I had every intent in the world of taking the test as soon as we walked through the door.
We got home and I headed straight upstairs and my husband headed straight to the couch to watch the Giants game he had taped while we were out.
Having peed on the stick successfully, I waited my three minutes and anxiously peered into the bathroom to see the results. We had one very pink line and one very, very, very faint pink line. Of course, the box doesn't tell you what THAT means...so I ran downstairs and excitedly told the husband about the results and asked him what he thought that meant. To which he said, "I don't know. Why don't we just wait and see."
I pretty much deflated on the spot. Not that my husband SHOULD have acted like my closest girlfriends who all would have discussed the matter with me ad nauseum until one of us decided to Google it. But still...it was clearly not the reaction I had expected.
So I tossed the stick into the trash rather angrily and mildly-stomped my way upstairs where I DID get the idea to Google my results and found plenty of websites that could confirm that ANY pink line meant I was preggers. So I printed out my research and headed back downstairs.
But halfway down the stairs I started to think that maybe this wasn't the way my husband wanted to be told the news either. Maybe I should have made him a card with a baby picture in it and surprised him, or something. But by the time I realized that perhaps I should wait and come up with the perfect way of telling him, I was already halfway to the living room and he asked, "What's up?"
To which I replied by spewing out every thought that had been in my head for the past 15 minutes until he stood up and grabbed me by the shoulders and said, "shhhhhhhhhhh. Take a breath...a deeeeep breath". And then he gave me a big hug and told me how excited he was.
Now that I think about it, the football game was on commercial at that point :)
So there you go...the ultra non-exciting story of how we found out we were preggers.
Other points to add are that the next night, just to be sure, I bought one of those fancy electronic tests and peed on it and it was conclusive within 3 seconds that we were having a baby. And then the next night he brought me a beautiful bouquet of flowers from Winstons...my favorite flower shop in Boston.