By the next weekend, we had finally reached a two-week mark, so that afternoon I went ahead and took another home pregnancy test, expecting nothing. Several cycles before, I had gotten my hopes up over similar symptoms, only to have it be nothing. So when I went back three minutes later and saw that little pink line in the result window on the test, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I just stood and stared at it, completely speechless. Then I went ballistic, jumping up and down. I ran into Brian’s office and said, “Guess what?” Then I held it in front of him to look, not realizing he couldn’t see the lines. He said, “What, what is it, I can’t see it.” I said, “It’s positive!” Then I burst into tears.
Brian didn’t believe it at first either. I didn’t understand his seemingly complete lack of emotion, until I asked him about it. He said, “Couldn’t it be a false positive?” I tried to explain to him that there almost is no such thing as a false positive, and when you do have one it’s usually because of a previous pregnancy. I even took another test the next day, which also came out positive. That seemed to make him feel a little better.