Oh. My. God.
There is an unmistakable second line. Two pink lines. Yes it is much fainter than the control, just a very pale pink line. But. It. Is. There.
There is no denying it. Even though we can't quite believe it ourselves. And Mr. T is checking it and checking it and checking it. And questioning and questioning. He doesn't quite believe it. I am excited and smiling. He is telling me to calm down, to not get excited as I will be so upset when this all turns out to be nothing. I tell him to shut up. I tell him I am not celebrating being pregnant. Just a second pink line. I've never had one before. Never seen one before. This is a very very big deal. So while I just can't stop smiling, he is actually online now researching the manufacturer of the pregnancy test to find out how reliable they are. No joke.
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I am 12dpiui. I wasn't going to test till Sunday. But. We came home late tonight after a dinner out and I just had a feeling that I wanted to. Mr. T saw me go for the paper cup and immediately said "No babe, don't do this to yourself, don't ruin our weekend together." I said I won't I'm just getting it ready for Sunday. Such a bare-faced lie. I went straight in the bathroom and POASed. I waited a few moments and saw something form and then walked out the bathroom cos I couldn't watch it fade into nothing. Mr. T said again, "I really don't want you to take the test until after our weekend together." Okay, I said, lying again. I went back into the bathroom looked at the test, and gasped. I walked out. " So you don't want me to take the test?" I asked innocently. "No" he replied firmly. "So you don't want to know that I think the test I just took is positive?"
The next 5 minutes was spent inspecting the test to make sure we were not imagining it. Mr. T kept closing his eyes and opening them again to make sure the line was really there and that it was obviously visible. No denying it. He asked me question after question. Did I take the test right? How many days has it been? What is HCG and do I produce it normally? I feel like I have just been interrogated by the gestapo. I just told him to back off and leave me be and that I will re-test tomorrow. And then we'll go out and buy more tests and do those too. And on Monday we will do a blood test to know definitively. Until then I will just keep staring at my 2nd pink line. I know it's a bit blurry, but I think if you look really hard you might see it too?
