Saturday, February 6th, I decided to take a Sabbath. But I couldn't rest easy, knowing that something hadn't started that should have. I decided to take a test. Is that a faint second line, confirming a positive?
Trying to interpret the results through a haze of oversleeping and excitement is never easy. Better go out to breakfast, go for a walk, drive to the local Walgreens, and buy another test.It's hard to tell from the picture, but the second test's second line was a lot darker. Derek decided we'd better hit the clinic, which was closing in a half an hour, to be sure.
The nurse walked in to the examining room and told us our due date. Derek and I looked at each other as if to say, "so...that means we're pregnant?" Duh.