This was not a planned pregnancy for us. DH usually gets an automated email warning him when my period is about to show up, so when I was late, he knew about it. We both hoped that my new exercise routine just made me late (I've often gone a good 6 days late if stress or sickness is timed just right), but 10 days late, I knew it was time to test. He was with me when I bought it. I told him when I was going to take it, after the kids were in bed and quiet. When I came out, I told him, in a resigned sort of voice, "Well... it's positive." I showed it to him briefly, and then threw it in the trash, lol. To think I kept the tests so proudly with my first couple pregnancies! Our 3rd child was also a surprise pregnancy, so we've been through that emotionally already. And both of us were prepared for the real possibility of a positive test by the time I broke down and took one. So his response this time was, after one heavy sigh, "Okay, then. I guess that's that."
Aren't we romantic?