There we stood in Aisle 11, surrounded by vitamins, medications, cotton balls, and the like.
"The digital test is 1 for $25 and the regular one is 2 for $17. Oh wait, Ralph's brand is 2 for $9.99."
A great beginning toward raising a fiscally responsible child.
Shopping is followed by eating lunch, a couple of sandwiches we brought home from the store. We eat quietly, pretending that we aren't about to possibly experience a life-changing moment. Neither of us mentions peeing or sticks, or the act of peeing on a stick.
Finally the time comes. We agree not to look until the three minutes has passed. After a few moments of smiling at each other, she asks, "How long has it been?"
"I thought you were keeping track..."
We decide it's been approximately three minutes and run to the sink. My joy quickly fades as I immediately see a bold negative sign. The line is thick and dark. Well, it is just our first try, there's always... and then I notice the ever-so-faint, barely visible, vertical line, turning the negative into a positive.
We continue to stare at the test. We pick it up and look closer. We hold it at various angles to get better light. We put it down and look at the instructions again. We hold the instructions at various angles.
"Is that positive?"
"I'm not sure. That line is really faint."
We understand now why people buy the digital test. We take some pictures with the test just in case it really is positive - we can always photoshop a darker line later. We make up our minds to hold off judgment until taking the second test tomorrow morning. But as we lay down on our bed and stare at each other, our smiles and the tears of joy landing on our pillows show that our hearts were already quite sure.
