Oh, Honey, you shouldn't have!!!

In a fit of romantic fervor, my husband, Will, brought home a gift for me last Thursday after the embryo transfer.

I was overcome by his gesture of love. In fact, tears welled up in my eyes, because in his choosing of this gift, it was clear that my husband is one of the most considerate people I know. It was also clear that he truly knows me, inside and out.

You might be thinking Will brought me a bouquet of peonies, one of my favorite flowers... or that he brought home a bottle of my favorite Shiraz for one last toast. Or maybe you're guessing he brought me sweet strawberries dipped in Godiva chocolate.

You might be thinking any of these things, but you'd be wrong.

Will brought me a gift more attractive than any of these. He stood there, just inside the doorway, his arms outstretched. And when I saw what he held, I couldn't believe my eyes.

Twenty-five urine pregnancy tests.

That's right, twenty-five. That's enough for me to pee on until my little heart is content.

What a guy! (Although it also struck me that this gift is a little bit like buying a pyromaniac a jumbo box of matches. Still, thank you, Will!)

Mo