When we found out!

The weekend before we found out, I had a dream. I was with a 10 year old girl with long black straight hair and bangs. I was telling someone to wake up Dean. When he joined us I said, "Your daughter wants to talk to you." Then I woke up and it's 4am.

I took a test.
Waited.
Negative.
Damn.

On the day I was suppose to "start," according to the calendar, I decided, "What the hell, I'll take another test just to see." As I was waiting, I was thinking, "It's probably negative."

On the test, there is a faint "+" sign where there is usually a "-". All I could do was smile.

After I was done with my business, I tell Dean to go into the bathroom. He was confused of course, but what laid on the counter was a positive test.

"Michelle! Really?! Is that a positive? Really? Really! REALLY!" As he's hopping like a little kid coming out of the bathroom. I then tell Dean to buy another test, a digital one, at the nearby drugstore just to be extra sure.

Take the digital test, and it reads:

That's when we both start calling friends and family to share our wonderful news!