Here’s my “telling” story. (It’s fairly tame compared to some of my other posts.)
The second time I was rewarded with the two blue lines, we were actively trying to get pregnant and knew what to expect this time around. I wrapped up the positive test in a small, narrow box with silver paper and a red ribbon. Spying the gift on the kitchen table, my two-year-old grabbed it and tried to unwrap it, assuming it was meant for her. I explained that it was a present for Daddy, and she could give it to him when he got home.
The sound of the garage door alerted her of Daddy’s arrival. She grabbed the present, ran to the basement door and began a dance of excitement and anticipation as she listened to him climb the stairs. The moment he walked in the door, she thrust the gift at him and squealed, “Open, now! Open, now!” My husband opened the gift with a quizzical look in his eye. Seeing the positive test, he was excited and delighted– a big change from his reaction to our first pregnancy, when he almost threw up.
You’d be surprised, but some men become quite queasy when contemplating the responsibilities of fatherhood. I guess that’s the closest they will ever come to morning sickness!