I slept in. I ate a bowl of trix cereal. then I decided that I’d been feeling weird for too many days. So I sent Brent to the store for a pregnancy test. I fumbled with the packaging, followed all the steps, and then I immediately went to occupy myself in our bedroom. I tried to make the bed but my hands were shaking.  Brent came in holding the test. There was a little + sign. Even though the box clearly states that a + means you’re pregnant, I read the entire instruction manual three times just in case they were joking.
I didn’t know what to do next. Cry, hug, dance around? So instead I gave him a very awkward high five. and I said wow. a lot. I think I said it ten times. then I gave him another high five. I don’t know why, but hearing the news of our pregnancy made me feel like we’d just scored a touchdown.