Taking the Test, Telling the Hubby

The last week of August, I found myself feeling very tired. For two days, all I wanted to do was sleep.
"You know what that could mean!" said both my mom and my friend Susie.
I thought it was too soon to take a pregnancy test but once they planted that thought in my head, I couldn't help but wonder if something - or someone - was planted in my tummy.
So on a Tuesday night I took the test and within seconds a very, very faint + sign appeared.
"I'm pregnant!" I whispered, not that anyone was around to hear me. Jeff was on a business trip and wouldn't return home for a couple days.
I wish I had a wonderfully romantic and clever story to share about how I told him we were expecting. But I don't.
"I have something to tell you," I said simply over dinner the following Friday night. I must've sounded pretty grave because he looked a little bit afraid of what I was about to say.
"I think we're pregnant," I said, then I explained Mother Nature wouldn't clue me in for sure for a few more days.
He knew exactly what I was doing the following Thursday morning when I woke dark and early at 5:00a.m. and headed to the bathroom. Sure enough, that + sign showed up. This time it was blaring back at me.
We were elated, at least as much so as two people can be when they are still half-asleep.
Jeff & I decided not to tell anyone right away. We wanted to see the doctor and make sure everything was OK. It was not easy keeping such big news a secret, especially from our mothers. At the same time, it built a wonderful bond between us. We were able to hope, pray and plan - just the two of us. Soon to become just the three of us.