Waking up at 5am is not normally Melissa's idea of a good time, so I knew something was up when she woke an hour and a half before the alarm and was too excited to sleep. It was the end of July and the previous night Melissa complained of being exhausted like never before at work. Not one for patience, Melissa proceeded anxiously to the bathroom. I, of course, was cautiously optimistic and still half asleep. After all, Melissa was only a few days late, surely we wouldn't be able to tell this soon if our lives would change forever. On the one hand, we had both been eager to start and family, but could it really happen this quickly for us? We weren't even married a year and we were just settling into our new home.
Bursting out of the bathroom, Melissa said excitedly, "We're pregnant! Timmy, we're having a baby!" We shared a hug and a series of kisses, and yes even some tears. After a few minutes of euphoria, I tempered the mood by saying something along the lines of, "Let's not get too excited until we've had it confirmed by the doctor." Melissa couldn't really contain her excitement and looked at me with questioning eyes. She was ready to call her parents and my parents right then and there (I'm pretty sure she would've done it, if I would've let her). The idea of waiting for a doctor to confirm it would take an eternity in Melissa's world (in reality it was only a few hours).
But dad's for some reason feel the need to squash the emotional and bring in the rational. At-home pregnancy tests are over 95% accurate, but here I was letting that 5% make me hold back just a little. Sure I was excited, but no sense getting worked up, only to have the doctor (actually more likely a nurse or even lab tech) we're sorry the at-home test was a false positive. Sure enough, by the afternoon the results were "dad" official and we were having a baby!
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