Once we finally decided that we wanted kids, getting pregnant proved to be a little harder than we expected. I am not on time for anything, and neither is my cycle. Out of frustration I ordered a whole bunch of ovulation test strips and a few pregnancy tests... I was in it for the long haul. After opening the package I took a pregnancy test just to make sure, and then I had the following conversation with Steve:
Him (downstairs): Hey hon? Helooooo? (I come out of the bathroom upstairs.) Oh, hi. I don’t think I’m going to mow the grass today because I haven’t charged the mower battery since the fall.
Me: That's fine.
Him: Do you think I should just wait an hour and see if it’s charged enough?
Him: What?! Can I see?
Me: We have to give it a couple more minutes, but yeah. I think it might be positive because after a few seconds there was a faint second line, so if you could help me wait two more minutes that would be great.
Him: A second line?! What does that mean?! If I designed pregnancy tests, they would say “pregnant” or “not pregnant.”