On Sunday, my eldest son D.jr (who is 14 going on 30 apparently) approached me in the kitchen. He said “Mom, you are terrible at hiding things. I know.”
I felt cold chill go down my back, and I needed immediately to clear up his misconception. You see, I keep all my OPK’s and hpt’s in an empty box under the sink in the main bathroom. I like to piac rather than poas. I am also a collector of said sticks to analyze later 😉 (hey ladies…I am just being honest)
I knew right away he found my positive OPK’s.
Oh. Dear. God.
I had to explain it wasn’t a positive hpt and quickly…he was so happy, smiling ear to ear.
“But I saw the second line mom!!”
How to have the OPK vs. HPT conversation is not something I thought I would EVER have to have with my 14 year old son.
He was crushed (even more than I was when I started spotting this morning.)
I asked if he was excited when he thought I was pregnant. He shook his head yes.
Devastated. And then….
I read Angela’s post from Mary-Ann over at Little Bird, and my goodness. It was what I needed to hear.
Thank you Mary-Ann. Your words inspired me.
Check it out.