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12. Seeing the second pink line on the pregnancy test.

11. Seeing the second pink line on the SECOND pregnancy test I ran to the store to pick up and thank god for self-checkout because I am not here in this QFC at 9:30pm on a Thursday for a conversation about my collective purchases of a pregnancy test, box of Triscuits, and a king size Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup.

10. Getting the official positive pregnancy test from an actual doctor as opposed to a second little pink line from a pregnancy test I bought at a QFC at 9:30pm on a Thursday.

9. Downloading and using six different pregnancy apps that all give mostly the same information and finding out the baby is at that exact moment the size of a blueberry.

8. Telling our families (there was a lot of yelling).

7. Seeing a little blip of a thing on the ultrasound that is so vaguely baby-shaped they helpfully put a big arrow pointing at it and tearing up and squeezing Lindsey’s hand and grinning from ear to ear all at once.

6. Telling everyone else (a lot more yelling).

5. Seeing the much bigger much more baby shaped thing on the second ultrasound and watching the little goofus swing its arms around and yawn and wiggle in there.

4. Seeing the little flicker of light on the ultrasound that it turns out is the heartbeat.

3. HEARING the heartbeat.

2. When my dad called me and said he was talking to someone about “Ed and his family” and how that made HIM realize that oh my god we’re having a baby.

1. Finding out we’re having a boy.

So yeah. A boy. A little boy. A little boy currently the size of a lemon (or maybe a peach depending on which app you look at) and soon to be much bigger. So now it’s really really REALLY real. Like so real. I’m going to go hug the dogs and kiss Lindsey.