We got the BFP on February 19, in Chicago, after a night out drinking with some friends. I’d taken a test the day before, prior to going out, so that I’d know if I was allowed to drink or not. Luckily I didn’t go too crazy that night because the next morning, we got two pink lines. One was lighter than the other, so Rick thinks that means it’s a boy…since it doesn’t like pink. I’m so sure.