We didn't have to wait very long...Daniel loves to throw out a good, corny joke about that, but I will leave that off here! On October 9th I took about 6 pregnancy tests and couldn't believe what I saw. Daniel had been feeding out calves and was leaving the house around 7 each morning to feed. I took the tests after he left because I really did not believe that the first 4 were right. All day at work I had to think of a way to tell Daniel. Mostly, I wondered what his reaction would be.
I kept all the tests in a ziplock bag that day. When Daniel got home I told him I was not feeling well and that I thought I had a temperature. He was sitting in the recliner, watching tv, and I told him I could not read the thermometer (which was really the pregnancy test). He rolled his eyes and grabbed it out of my hands! His eyes got really big, and he had a sweet little smile. He didn't say much but gave me a huge hug. About 10 seconds later, still holding the test, he says "Sick...you pee'd on this!" Ha! Of course the germaphobe in him would instantly think of that!
It was a pretty great day...and we decided not to tell our family until Christmas when I would be around 12 weeks. Let the fun, and sickness begin!
