And the pink plus sign means what?!

I remember the day I found out I was pregnant. It was like any other day really, but I had the day off. There was only one thing I wanted to do, relax. Steve headed off to work and I was left to my own devices. The whole week I just felt like something was different. Something wrong with the car? No. Did I forget someone’s birthday? No. What could it be? I looked at my calendar and quickly realized what it was. I was late. So plans of girly movies and cookie baking were put on hold as I booked it to our local shoppers. As I entered the pharmacy, I felt like everyone knew why I was there. Of course they didn't, I was being paranoid, but I got that feeling most girls get when you're forced to buy sanitary products for the first time. All you want to do is pay and pray you're not recognized, at least that's how I felt. I stared at the wide variety of pregnancy tests and began comparing prices when the rational part of my brain kicked in and yelled "just grab something, woman." So I opted for the 3 pack and I'm glad I did. When I got home I read all the directions and thought "ok, so just pee and wait. Easy enough." I did just that and those 3-5 minutes feel like eternity. I told myself I would not peek until the time was out. When I approached the test I was so nervous, why? I don't know. I looked down and saw what I thought was a pale pink plus sign. Ummm... In that moment I totally forgot what I had read in the instructions. I fished them out of the garbage and gasped. Noooooo. That can't be right. I ran to the fridge and gulp down at least 20 fluid oz of water and waited. 20 minutes later. I held the second test and could not believe it. It was as clear as day. I was pregnant. I started down at my belly and could not believe it. This part of me that was once filled with leftover meatloaf now held my first child. I could not think of anything else all day long. This was about noon. I had to wait 4 more hours before Steve came home. How would I tell him? What would he say? After an hour of deliberating I decided I would make Steve a nice dinner and surprise him with the test. And that's exactly what I did. I still remember giving Steve the box. I think he thought it was a watch or something. Layers and layers of tissue paper finally revealed the sobering truth. He looked down and went blank. "I'm pregnant." He just kept his head down processing what he just heard. I was a little worried. But shock turned to excitement in the span of a minute. He looked up at me and smiled. I've never seen him smile like that before or since. We just held each other and laughed. It was a surreal experience, but I don't think I could have planned it any better.