My girlfriend presented the verdict of her morning audience in the bathroom with, the pregnancy test result in the left hand and a large smile on her face (the right hand wasn't involved in anyway at that point): "positive".
As far as verdicts go, "positive" is not at all that clear. "Guilty" or "Not Guilty", that says it unequivocally, you definitely and unmistakably know where you stand with those two verdicts. "Positive" isn't really cristal, especially when you've only just woken up and that you didn't actually have the question in mind before you got the answer.
Usually I am the first up in the morning, so all this activity had an air of unexpected or at least originality to it. Had I overslept? Was there something wrong? Probably just the bladder playing up again : so why does it seem so complicated??!!! "Is something up ma chérie?" I mumbled. "I don't know, let's find out together".
That was nice, finding out together, at the same time, the result. Well not quite at the same time because when for Delphine "Positive" actually meant something, clearly, as her smile indicated, for me as I said, it wasn't as obvious. "Positive, so what does that mean?". My excuse of course is that I hadn't really woken up at all. "It means I'm pregnant". THAT was clarity incarnate. Guilty.
So as of today I am an expectant father and as of today I will keep a chronicle of what it is like being an expectant father, giving an everyday-or-there-abouts account of the changes that it brings, the months, weeks and days leading up to the big event.