Oh Crap! Is this really happening?

The day is September 16th, Mexican Independence Day and I'm tired, really tired and achey. Can I be coming down with something? Probably. But as I sit in my cube wondering how it is that I've gotten sick while it's 90 degrees outside, I have a revelation. My monthly flow has not arrived. I break out the calendar and start counting days. Oh Crap! Is this really happening?

I leave work and am headed to grocery store as usual for the nightly din-din and decide to stop in the "lady aisle". I find a kit, seems easy enough, grab some pork chops for dinner and I'm off. Straight to the bathroom to pee on a stick. Only 60 seconds for results to appear. One pink line=not pregnant, two pink lines=pregnant. 60 seconds? What do I do for last 60 seconds of my free life? Go let the dog in.

I return to the bathroom to find two very pink lines staring back at me. I literally am sitting on the bathroom floor, oh crap! I think I cried a few tears, I can't remember. I get up and call the Doctor.
Jen: "I need to see the Doctor, I just saw two pink lines."
Appointment Lady: "Congrats"
Jen: "Uh, thanks?"
Appointment Lady: "Yes of course, come in tomorrow"
Jen: "OK, thanks, bye."

Beto gets home and I have no idea how to tell him. Should I surprise him with a gift? Should I kick him in the balls? What I did do was drag him by the arm into the bathroom and shove the pee stick into his hands with something like a grunt, here look. All I can remember saying is, "I'm scared" He wants be thrilled but sees terror in my eyes and isn't sure how to react. He, unlike undecided me, has wanted this for a long time. I just never thought it would happen. But it has, is and I'm still scared.