It was just a regular old Thursday, and as we do every night, Marti showered and then she started getting ready for bed while I showered before joining her.
Evidently, while I was in the shower, Marti got the impression that she needed to take a pregnancy test, despite not having any “pregnancy symptoms” and us having only been “trying” for about 6 weeks.
When I got out of the shower and started brushing my teeth, she started acting really weird and couldn’t wait for me to get into bed. When I lay in bed, I started reading as I often do and saw Marti grinning beside me. She asked if I felt anything weird. When I said no, she told me to look under the sheet that I was lying on top of.
There I found this:
Marti had joked beforehand that she was going to keep it a secret until about 12 weeks and come up with an elaborate way of telling me, so I couldn’t help but laugh that she couldn’t keep the secret for 10 minutes!
I thought the notes were adorable, and cried of course, and then we set about telling a few close US family members. We waited until morning to tell our UK family (given that they’d have been getting our phone calls at 3am otherwise).
We took two more tests just to be sure, just as we did with Ellie. And so began our journey.