Let's not count our proverbial eggs before they are fertilized!

I will let my wife tell you, that I am probably one of the world's most optimistic people. I search for (and often find) the good in everybody and everything. And even when I come across some bad... I would much rather focus on something else, and keep reminding myself of the good.
Why am I bragging? I just want to let the irony of my next actions really set in with you.
I do what any good supportive husband would do.

"Let's not get excited until we see a Dr."
"There is such thing as a false positive... I saw it on the Internet, so it must be true."
"We don't know for sure"
"The miscarriage rate for first-time pregnancies is 15%, and it jumps to 60% in women with PCOS"

I could have ( and should have) stopped with the first one. That was all I NEEDED to say. That's all I really wanted.
Because of what we had been told, I suddenly adopted the motto: Hope for the best, but expect the worst.
Where was my optimism? Where was that good? Somewhere between "Honey, I'm home" and "Honey, I'm pregnant" I had wandered away from that sunny-side-of-the-street I had so faithfully been walking down most of my life.

Don't get me wrong, I wasn't hoping for the worst, but the geek inside of me had to know every possible outcome, and the chances of each. I shared some things with her, but tried not to say too much. I just wanted to be realistic.

We call the doctor for a confirmation appointment, and she says don't even come in, go straight to the OB/GYN.

So, it's off to the OB we go...