Are You Joking Me?

Anyone who knows Jeff & I, aren't too surprised to learn that APRIL FOOL'S DAY was the day he proposed to me (six years ago). If I hadn't expected it was coming (we already had made the decision that we'd be spending forever together), I would've thought it was a joke. But when he got down on one knee, on this very plot of land (minus the house), he wasn't teasing.

Unlike yesterday, when I played a joke on him.

I wasn't sure I'd be able to even sorta trick him, considering the date on the calendar. BUT, I pulled it off.

The last few days, I made him aware that I was 'late' -- this is no big event considering I've never been 'regular', heck, I'm not even sure I ovulate anymore.

Anyway, I voiced this to him. Then I told him that while Gabe & I were out & about, that I'd be picking up a pregnancy test (I do these for sport on occasion, something about the science of it...the little window...the faux anticipation...etc.).

ANYWAY, I emailed him in the afternoon:
"I have something to tell you. I want to wait & tell you in person, but I don't think I can wait any longer."

He calls me as soon as he can (not for another hour, as he doesn't have a phone in his classroom),

"Was the test positive?"

I could hear the panic in his voice.

"Um...it...it WAS."
"OMIGOSH. OMIGOSH. Amy, Are you serious?

Is this an April Fool's Joke?"

I couldn't keep it up. I'm a good joker, but I almost felt sorry for him.

"Yes, April Fool's."

And if he tells you he wasn't just the slightest bit excited at the idea of a surprise (vasectomy-defying) pregnancy,

then he's the one fooling.