After the two of us had been sitting side by side in silence and shock for about ten minutes or so, my husband took in a breath then turned to me, "Well...Happy Mother's Day!" I laughed a very nervous laugh. It was, in fact Mother's Day, at least in the US, and not even one hour earlier, I was calling out "babe!" from the bathroom, in something akin to confused terror, looking at a very dark pink line that, in spite of having taken the test because of the very real possibility, I did not actually expect to see. I took another, since I happened to have it on hand. Maybe I had let the first one sit in the...liquid...too long. I wasn't totally familiar with these particular tests where you have to carefully dip the thin, fragile strip like a scientist in a lab, but that's what they gave me at the pharmacy. Another positive. Although a little faint this time. Fast forward to about three hours and one trip to and from the pharmacy ...