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know when they conceive.”
    “Except I don’t have many symptoms. Only two.”
    “Which two?”
    “I’m tired and nauseous.”
    “Just like no two people are alike, no two pregnancies are alike.”
    “So, I’m really, truly, honestly, actually pregnant? Like for real?”
    “Yes, Jadyn. You are,” he says, making a note in my file. Probably something about my mental stability.  
    “Holy shit,” I say.

    I leave the doctor’s office, planning to go straight home. I can’t go back to work because I’m dying to tell someone and I’m afraid I’ll blurt it out to the first person I see.
    I have to tell someone.  
    Or I’m going to burst!
    But I don’t want to blurt it out to anyone but Phillip.  
    But how should I tell him? I remember Lori calling me after the lines turned pink. How she told us before she told Danny. I don’t want to do that. I want Phillip to be the first person to know.  
    And I want to do something special.  
    I go home and search the Internet for ways to tell your husband you’re pregnant. What I find is thousands of videos.  
    I watch a bunch of them. The reactions of the husbands are varied, ranging from tears, to disbelief, to jumping with joy, to a whole lot of, are you serious?
    I try to imagine Phillip’s reaction. He’s going to be shocked. Hell, I’m still in total shock and I’ve had a few hours to let it sink in.  
    I consider the different ways to tell him. Lots of the videos involved things like signs, cakes, dinners, the positive pregnancy test, baby bottles, booties, and rattles. One told the soon-to-be father on his birthday. We are having a Super Bowl party this weekend. Could I tell him before everyone arrived?
    No, that’s six days away.  
    Six very long days.
    No way I can wait.  
    When a text from Phillip flashes on my phone, I jump, feeling like I’ve been caught. That he could somehow know.  
    I read his text.

    MacDaddyLovesYou:   Did you get ahold of Lori’s doctor?

    Me:   Yes. They had an opening today, so I went.

    MacDaddyLovesYou:   Awesome. Did we get the green light?  

    Me:   You could say that.

    I notice he changed his name in my phone from Phillipbaby to MacDaddyLovesYou .  
    Ohmigawd. That’s it.
    I call Danny.  
    “Hey, is there a place where I can get a couple custom football jerseys made?”
    “Yeah, I drive by a shop on the way to training. Let me look it up and I’ll text you the address.”
    “Thanks.”  
    “What are you doing?”
    “Oh, just getting shirts made for the Super Bowl,” I lie.
    “I heard the parents invited themselves.”
    “I heard that too. And Chelsea and Joey are coming down.”
    “Did you know they hooked up at your wedding?” he asks me.
    “I kinda assumed. What do you know?”  
    “They danced in Vegas at the bachelor/bachelorette party.”
    “I remember that. But she had a boyfriend.”
    “Who she brought to the New Year’s Eve couple’s shower,” Danny says. “But whom she did not kiss at midnight.”
    “Ohmigawd, Danny. Did she kiss Joey?”
    “Well, Joey kissed her. I guess he grabbed her right before the countdown, pulled her into the bathroom, and told her that at midnight she should kiss the guy who she was going to be with all year.”
    “That’s so romantic. I can’t believe she didn’t tell me!”
    “She showed up at the rehearsal dinner single. He tried to sleep with her that night but she shut him down.”
    “But not the night of the wedding?”
    “Definitely not the night of the wedding. Their first time was in a hotel bathroom. Now, they’re dating.”
    “What do you think of them together?”
    “You know I think Chelsea is a cutie. I told him he better not just be telling her all that shit if he didn’t mean it.”
    “And what did he say?” I ask.
    “He says she’s the one.”
    “They caught the garter and the bouquet. I never thought that really worked. Do you think they will be the next ones to get married?”
    “I wouldn’t marry them off just