Honey, I can't drink tonight.

The top test is the one I took on Sat., Jan. 10.
The bottom I took the next morning to make sure it was real!!

It was your average Saturday evening. Brian just woke up from a 2-hour nap and I was putzing about the house. "Let's do something," I said. We ran through our usual boring list...movie? bowling? or shall we pretend we're young and consider a bar? I texted my friend Kainoa, B texted his friend Jason, and after much back and forth, we finally agree that we'd head out to Queen Anne for some drinks at Pesos.

My period was a week and 2 days late, but my periods were so irregular that being late meant nothing. I had taken a pregnancy test the week before and it came out negative. But I knew if I wanted to have a drink or two that night, the responsible thing for me to do would be to take a test just to be sure. I remember walking up the stairs to our bedroom contemplating whether or not to throw away $4.50 by using up yet another pregnancy test. Better safe than sorry, I decide.

I open my brand new First Response box, pee on the stick and wait for that single line that always appears. But wait!! Not two seconds after taking the test, the moisture starts to move across the small window, and what's this? I start to see two faint lines appearing! No way. Really? I immediately put the test down and walk away. I can't sit there and watch it. I must wait the directed 3 minutes and not get my hopes up. So, I trot down the stairs trying to act nonchalant. Brian asks me something that I can't recall. I answer the question and pick up the basket of laundry in the living room. This was my excuse to go back upstairs without Brian being suspicious. I walk back upstairs as slowly as possible (which wasn't very slow), plop the laundry basket on the bedroom floor and rush to the bathroom. Two minutes, three minutes...what's the difference? Pick up the test and...oh my G!! Two very dark lines!!

I grab the test, rush down the stairs and excitedly call out, "Brian!"

"What?" He answers immediately. "What?" He says again. My voice must have sounded really excited because he was very intrigued.

"Guess what?" I ask. Waving the test in my right hand, I show him the two lines.

"You're pregnant?" Brian asks with a perplexed but happy look on his face.

"That's what is says!" I reply. We smile at each other but I think we were both somewhat in shock. I chuckled a little and said, "Well, I guess I'm not drinking tonight."