The thin plastic peed on stick

Reminiscing with the girls last night…

Bought it without him knowing and had that darn box hiding in the back of my closet for three whole days before pulling it out. Hubby was at work and wouldn’t be home for hours, yet I crept about as if he could sneak up on me at any moment. I slid that box under my shirt and made my way into the bathroom. Safely behind the door I ripped it open and tore apart the packaging to reveal the thin plastic stick. I’ll spare you the details and fast-forward two minutes… That thin plastic stick revealed a faint, but unmistakable blue plus sign. My heart was racing!

One would think I would have told hubby asap. But I had a plan. It was mid January and I totally thought that it would be super special if I could wait and surprise him on Valentines day. Two days later, I was gettin antsy. Determined not to spoil my fabulous and perfect Valentines surprise, I called up my best gal. We celebrated with shrikes and giggles and “oh my gosh, maybe it’s a girl, what if you have four boys”. I explained to her my elaborate Valentines plans, and while she thought they were swell, and knowing me all too well, she assured me I wouldn’t make it to the end of the week without telling Stephen about the baby belly.

I was half way through the first trimester already, so emotions were running a little higher than usual. Hubby and I were sitting together and I got all sappy lookin into those dark brown eyes and thinkin about the baby growing inside my belly. The tears started flowin. He looked at me completely puzzled and of course asked me what was wrong. Had it been morning sickness or some weird craving, I had my lie all ironed out. Completely unprepared for this particular encounter, I blurted out that I had written a poem about him and I just wanted to tell him that I loved him. Then, he asked to read the poem. I think I told him somethin like I was writing a song with it… it wasn’t done yet… and I didn’t want him to hear it till it was ready. Probably thought I was strange, but he just said OK and kissed me atop my forehead.

It was a special day. I had a sitter for the kids and we snuck off to The Olive Garden. Dinner was great (mostly because I didn’t have to do the cookin OR the cleanin). We ordered dessert and the waiter brought out a small thin box wrapped with a bow and placed it in front of my dear hubby. “What’s this?” I cautioned him to open it so that onlookers could not see. He slowly lifted a corner of the lid and peeked inside. Who would a thought a thin plastic peed on stick could bring a man so much joy.

About a month later, we had a nice Valentine’s too. 🙂 Didn’t even make it to the end of the week.

I still have that stick. Is that weird? I have one in each of my kids boxes of keepsakes. The blue line does fade over time, but I kept em anyway. You know, I’m not really sure why. It’s not like they’re gonna want to frame em someday. The things we keep… but that’s a whole other post. ( I think I have each of their belly button clips too.)

Published by Tiffanie Lloyd

I am a detail-oriented and energetic multi-tasker traveling at the side of my best friend, and momma to eight amazing kids. God has gifted me with creativity; I'm an entrepreneur, writer, and photographer with a passion for women's health, particularity in childbirth. I own a Cafe and Community Center in Kathmandu, Nepal where I teach Parenting and Childbirth Education. I'm also a Doula, Breastfeeding Counselor, and Holistic Nutritionist. Thanks for stoping by! Be sure to check out my archives, and sign up for notifications about new posts!

3 thoughts on “The thin plastic peed on stick

  1. That is too sweet! I could never wait either. I didn’t even wait till mine got home from work with the first child. I was so excited I told him over the phone. I’m still kicking myself for that one. Oh, to see his face. Thanks for stopping by today.


  2. Wonder if we are the only two people in the world who have their pee stored on a little stick somewhere in their house? Only my lines are pink!


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