We had bought a package of 3 pregnancy tests. I think it was the First Response brand. I chose it because it is supposed to predict pregnancy before the other tests. It said it was only about 60-some percent accurate at testing pregnancy as early as I took the first test. I took the first test on a Friday night after work. For the two weeks before that, I was acting as if I had indeed gotten pregnant on our first try in July. I was eating super healthy foods, ensuring that I heated up the deli meat sandwiches they feed us during lunch meetings at work, etc. I was crushed to see that the test said I had failed to get pregnant on our first try. In fact, was so mad that I marched down to the kitchen and found some chocolate ice cream with chunks of something delicious and some other junk food that I had been depriving myself of for the last two weeks. I believe I even had a can of pop (another thing I had decided to cut out since I figured I could be pregnant). I gave my poor, darling Andy a rough time. I told him that he had failed to deliver on the one thing I wanted for my 30th birthday. Poor Andy! Well, I spent the next few days acting as if I wasn’t pregnant. On the next Tuesday, we had a lunch meeting scheduled at work and I was sure they would be serving deli meat sandwiches AGAIN. (You see, a pregnant woman should not eat deli meat without heating it up to steaming because it can contain a bacteria that causes the mom to get really sick and the meds to fix the mom are not good for the baby. In fact, the baby can die as a result of this.) I impulsively decided on that Tuesday morning before boarding the bus to work that I would take the test again. I sat the stick down and prayed while waiting that God would draw in two lines. I wasn’t really that optimistic. I was shocked when a second line appeared before my eyes. The second line was dimmer than the first. I thought that meant the test result was inconclusive. I ran down to tell Andy (who was playing on his computer) the news. I said, “Look, Andy, I’m half pregnant.” He jerked back in his computer chair and asked with an alarmed voice, “Did you draw that in?” (No, buddy, I’m not that desperate.) He then read the instructions and we learned that the indicator line is often dimmer than the other line. So, that day I heated up my sandwich at work. I re-tested the next day, again with a positive result.