LOL. I'm 41wks today after I misinterpreted fertile cervical mucus as 'happy to see you DH' lubrication, and my well-mearning pharmacist sold me a 'basic' thermometer instead of a basal one. DH had poo-pooed my idea to shell out $11 for the TCOYF book the month before, saying with 3 websites I had enough info (for a bfing mother). Famous last words!! He had just bought a couple hundred dollars' worth of camping equipment on Amazon for me to tote back from a trip stateside to Belgium. DH had been the initiator that night too so I say, no book, initiator--it's on him :D
Mamas, I held off testing till I felt a telltale firm, suddenly prominent, orange-sized uterus low in my belly--allez, c'est comme ça! No preggo symptoms like I had with DD because this one is a boy and I hardly had any nausea at all. But I flipped, DH flipped, but we decided if it wasn't meant to be then it wouldn't stick... well, er, sometimes I had to exhort that to him and he would grumble but he never tried to fix an appt at the clinic so I knew he was more or less on board, just grumbling. Hey, I grumbled too because I wanted one of those stars-crossed romantic nights where we decide together we wanted to TTC (ah well!) Keeping faith that baby was supposed to be here helped me get through the first tri (I get wild mood swings in the first tri). Now DH is excited. I suspect he wouldn't swear that I didn't pull a fast one on him but he is happy to become a father again.
I thought I'd tell you so you'd know that this happens all the time, to so many couples, and those that end up with a baby in their arms at the end have made their peace with it and end up being excited about the baby. Plus maybe I'm killing time waiting for labour to start :-)