From Thursday, October 04, 2012
Tuesday was a pretty big day in the Brackmann household. It occurred to me that nature, if you will, wasn’t right on time, not totally out of the ordinary, but noticeable. When I got out of bed, I grabbed a test thinking it was probably nothing and it’d be a negative and I’d go about my day as usual.
To my disbelief, there were two distinct lines. I was prepared to see one line. There were two. Not one. You know what two lines means?
So I did what any girl would do – I kept getting ready and sort of ignored it for about 10 minutes. I then went to wake up the dog (yes, he has to be woken up – the pup loves his sleep!) and put his “big brother” shirt on that I ordered for a cute way to tell Robert he was going to be a daddy (…can you tell I wasn’t prepared at all??) and sent him downstairs to go outside. I heard Robert say “Hey buddy..ready to go-… why did she put a shirt on you??” so I laughed while listening from the top of the stairs, expecting a reaction. He let Stout out, came back in, and sat back down at the kitchen table to resume eating his breakfast and browsing The Chive. So, no reaction then? Okay.
Since the shirt apparently wasn’t clear enough, I made my way downstairs, said good morning, and said “Well…did you see the shirt??” and he said “Uh yeah…what does that mean?” and I responded “Uh what do you think it means?” and showed him the test. I’m not quite sure what happened in the next few minutes, I was nervous as hell and sweaty and shaky and prepared but you’re never really prepared. I’m pretty sure he smiled and we hugged and there were congratulations all around.
I got home from a long day of work (and by work I mean secretively perusing sites like The Bump and BabyCentral) and decided to take another one, you know, just to be sure.
Sure enough, another positive. Identical to its friend from earlier.