Those of you who know me are probably freaking out. Nope. I'm NOT pregnant. I'm linking up with Elizabeth at Confessions of a Working Mom for Truthful Tuesday. Today's topic is How Did You Tell Your DH (What does that stand for? I know H is Hubby, what is the D?) and Family You Were Pregnant?
Hubby and I got married five days after my 30th birthday in 2001. We had been married for three months and I had just gotten off the pill a few weeks before. I had lots of friends who had been trying to get pregnant for years and I was terrified that because I was 30, I would have trouble getting pregnant. Of course, this is before I realized that we could share soap and get pregnant.
So, the story goes, I had been up all night with a stuffy nose/sinus yuck going on and I wanted to take some DayQuil before I went to work. I was only a day late, which is not uncommon for me, but I thought I would take the test just in case. I'm really freaky about taking medicine when I'm pregnant. Hubby was still asleep. I went ahead a took the test KNOWING it would be negative. It wasn't.
When I saw that big ole plus sign, I was stunned. I went running (actually it was a really small house, so it was more like three very fast steps) to the bed and jumped on top of a sleeping Hubby and yelled, "Get up! get up! Oh my gosh! Get up!" It took him a few minutes to focus on the test I was holding in my hands and while he was very excited, he was very mad that I hadn't included him on the peeing on the stick part. Needless to say, I was forced to promise I would NEVER pee on a stick without him again. He was there with a stop watch for the next two peeing on the stick events.
Thanks Elizabeth for the fun McLinky party. It's been a fun trip down memory lane, especially since that baby will be eight this month.