There was a story--maybe a year ago?--where a husband allegedly put a pregnancy test in the toilet and was the one who broke the news to his wife that they were pregnant.
What a bunch of hippy dippy baloney. (I won't post a link to the story because I'm sure it's fake and also the people seem horrible.)
But I can imagine a scenario where a husband tells his wife she's pregnant. Maybe it's a situation where they've been trying to get pregnant for years. Maybe after 6 (or 5, depending on how you count) failed IVF attempts, she's not feeling very optimistic. Maybe this was the worst embryo they've ever used (or tied for last). Maybe she has no symptoms--no sore boobs, no implantation bleeding, absolutely nothing. Maybe she took an early pregnancy test and it was negative. Maybe she cried all day for two days and called her clinic to see if she could come in early just to get the inevitable bad news. (They probably said no.) Maybe she took one last pregnancy test the day before her missed period, just to be sure. Maybe she read it after two minutes and got back into bed, dejected. Only one line, as expected. Maybe when her husband went to brush his teeth half an hour later, the test was still on the floor, but this time there were two lines instead of one. Maybe he walked back into their room, holding the test, confused. Maybe she told him tests were not accurate after ten minutes... But decided to take a second test and wait the full three minutes like the instructions say, this time. Maybe after three minutes there were two lines--the second one was faint, but it was there. Maybe she knows that a measurable amount of HCG the day before her missed period is in no way a guarantee of a viable pregnancy, but she's excited that there's still a chance.
I could imagine that kind of a scenario, in which a husband tells his wife she's pregnant.
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