And boy does it! This was the gift I received on Valentine’s Day from my wife. Actually, the “pee-stick” came wrapped in a white tissue in a Hallmark gift bag. I knew we were trying to have one ever since I started noticing the prenatal vitamins on our bathroom countertop and my wife nonchalantly announcing that she was no longer taking her birth control.

From what I recall we were not exchanging presents on this Valentine’s Day. This came straight from my wife’s mouth a week or so from the actually day. I readily agreed and started spouting out comments on how VD was created by the card and candy companies to increase yearly profits and how we shouldn’t have to profess our unwavering love with gifts/presents. I was really patting myself on the back for being one smart fella for marrying a woman who didn’t believe in VD.

Valentine’s Day started like any other day: I got up, I went to work, I came home, I took the Murphy (our perfect dog and first child) for walk, and I went to the gym. I was now ready to relax and enjoy an evening on the couch with some food and prime-time TV with the ole lady.  As I’m enjoying the first tidbits of my show my wife announces that she decided to get me a VD gift. I automatically go in to defense mode (--- DEFCON 5 ---) and reply with something like, “Woman, we agreed that we were not giving gifts this year…it was your idea!!!!” As she is approaching me with gift bag in hand she replies that it was last minute and that she couldn’t help herself. I start thinking perhaps this isn’t so terrible and maybe she bought me a new Xbox game. As I “now” eagerly pillage through the bag looking for my new video game I suddenly realize that maybe I’m not getting a game due to the fact that my hand comes into contact with something that feels more like a pen than a game. As I pull it out and unwrap it I find myself pausing and gazing upon an unknown object much like early man first discovering the black monolith in Stanley Kubrick’s 2001 Space Odyssey. As I examine this foreign object I come to realize that what I’m holding is a “pee-stick” that is indicating that it’s pregnant. Not the stick dumb ass, but my wife. I cautiously look up towards my wife not knowing what to expect but what I see is the biggest perm-a-grin that I’ve ever seen on this lovely woman I happily call my wife and soon to be mom. She responds to my stunned look by softly saying, "Holy shit, can you believe it?"