On the same day that Grand Theft Auto came out, I found out that I was pregnant.

My husband was playing his new game in the living room, when, on a hunch, I went to CVS to get eye makeup remover and a preggers test just for the hell of it.

I had been having some menstrual-like cramps for a couple of days, but no period, and my boobs were more tender than usual (which always happens before my period.) I also mistakenly thought I was two months late, but it turns out the night I tested, I should have had my period around that time.

I had imagined grand plans of telling my husband we were expecting ... a cute card, telling him at a restaurant, leaving the positive test out on his dresser. But, nope. My panic kicked-in and it was totally unromantic.

I peed on the stick and watched it magically change before my very eyes.

Two lines.

Crap!!!

I yell for my husband to come in there, which interrupted his game-playing. He comes in expecting me to play a joke on him. When he meets me, though, I'm holding up the stick with the two pink lines and the test instructions.

"Look at this," I yell in a panic.

"I think I'm pregnant!!!"

We look at the box, which shows the lines closer together, so we were really doubting the results.

Dumb, huh?