So I told Josh last night. It didn't go as well as I hoped.
I took a test and taped it inside a Christmas card.
I wanted him to do something. To be happy and excited.
Cool, he says but then he asks if I even want another baby and  he doesn't even hug me.
From there it just gets worse.
In the end I felt like I'd been crushed beneath his heel and when I woke up this morning my eyes were still swollen from crying.

He did use the phrase "the baby in your belly" a few times.

I wanted something better.