First time I ran out of the loo at 7am, stark naked, shouting my head off about two lines. Found him in the kitchen, we hugged and cried (we'd been trying for three years), his first words were "we're going to be late for work so go get dressed".
Second time he told me to do a test because I was late and in denial. I went and peed on the stick, came back in the front room and got him to check it (I hadn't even looked). He said negative. I picked it up a few seconds/minutes later to chuck it in the bin and there was a very faint second line. We argued debated it for a little while and I was eventually packed off to Asda to buy another because he was adamant it was a dud. I bought one of every brand I could find, drank a huge glass of water, and then peed on them all one after another. All positive. DS arrived the following summer :)
Third time I missed my period but put off taking a test for a week because we were moving house. I had to swing by the old flat to oil up the post before sending the keys back. My mum was supposed to meet me but it was chucking it down with rain so I hid in the shops, browsing. I needed a wee and was passing a chemist so I bought a test, went back to the old flat, peed on it. It was positive. DH rang me just as the second line popped up and I didn't want to tell him over the phone but ended up doing that. He couldn't hear me because of a bad signal so I had to bellow it and half the street heard.
Fourth one (DD, due September) I had an inkling I was pregnant and did a test in 16th December which was negative. DH: "I told you so". I still couldn't shake the feeling I was pregnant, it was nothing specific, I just couldn't get the idea out of my head. Christmas Day I chucked my starter up, couldn't eat the turkey because it tasted funny, and just felt pregnant. New Years Eve I decided to do another test. Two lines, straight away. Ran into the living room to tell DH, bubbling with happiness and waving a pee soaked stick in his face. DH: "oh shit".
He was happy really!