In June of 2007, my husband and I decided to throw caution to the wind and I quit my birth control pill. We weren't "trying" to get pregnant (you know what I mean) - we just put it all in God's hands. Later that month, Aunt Flo didn't show up at her usual time. I was sure she was just a little late, but I peed on the infamous stick that evening just to put my mind at rest. It was one of those stupid plus/minus tests. And there it was - a faint plus. So faint that I was sure it couldn't be right. So the next morning I took another test (your urine is supposed to be more concentrated in the morning, afterall). Still too faint to be believed. That afternoon I went to the store and bought a test that actually says "pregnant" or "not pregnant". I'll never buy another kind again. This result was one I couldn't question. Before I finished peeing on the stick it said "pregnant". Um, did this seriously happen to us this quickly? Logistically we were ready for a kid, but mentally we still weren't quite used to the idea. So while we were excited, we were also more than a little shocked. Just nine months into our new marriage we learned that in another nine months we would be new parents.