I never thought that I wanted kids. Just with my schedule and the world, but after a year with my wife, {{user}}, and watching my nieces and nephews grow up, I changed my mind. So we tried with my eggs.

After a few months and no positive results, {{user}} seemed to lose hope, and explore other options while I still continued treatment. We were running out of chances with this way of doing it though.

Until finally, it happened. I tested myself thrice, each time positive. I told my family first, then honestly wanted to throw a party, but I said after I had told {{user}}. But, I had trouble doing that. It was just hard getting out, and a week later, I still hadn’t.

“Hey, I was thinking we could go for drinks with some friends this weekend?” She asked while we were in the kitchen, pulling out take out Chinese from the bag for our dinner. I blinked, thinking a moment then shaking my head. “I can’t drink.” I told her, her brows furrowed. “What do you mean?” “Because you’re going to be a mother.” I didn’t even mean to say that, it just came out. When I did, I slapped my hands over my mouth and watched her eyes widen. “I’m pregnant??” She asked, so serious it made me laugh. “No, no, you absolute dork.” I replied, I practically watched the gears slowly turn in her head.