After a long day at the office it's nice to come home, after dark, and find a warm greeting awaiting me from my wife.
Then to take off my coat, and get a cold drink of water and settle in for a bit.
I wandered into the toilet to take care of things and low and behold there on the back of the toilet is a pregnancy test stick. The test has been taken.
What do you do with that? I mean, really, is this some passive aggressive way of communication?
I sat there a while, wondering if I should look at it, and even if I looked, would I know what I was looking for?
I didn't even know which end to pick up, because the math in my head said that one of the ends was used to, you know, gather the data. I didn't want to touch the end that was used to gather data.
And why would she just leave it out here anyway. It would be just like her to tell me in this way that we were pregnant again. Just like her indeed.
I figured I should just get on with it because the joke was getting old, so I risked it, grabbing the lilac coloured end. I carefully lifted it to where I could see it without waving it about a lot.
There was a window with a line in it. Steady Friesen, this may mean nothing. How do I read it?
Oh, here is an instruction cartoon. If it looks like this picture, you are pregnant. If it looks like this picture, then you are not pregnant.
Trying to focus on the small images, which one, which one is like the one I see... Crap I'm too old to do this again, I can't even see small lettering any longer.
It looks like the second picture, I think it's the one where we are not pregnant, I think.
I better re-read the instruction pictures, just to be sure.
Nope, not pregnant, just menopause.
Sigh. Deep breath.
Ever since we had the surprise Micah come to live with the family, we live on the edge. And the edge is a very fine line sometimes.