Nothing brings people together quite like unexpected news delivered by a fictional, emotionally unavailable doctor. The “You’re Pregnant” Dr. House decal is a beautiful little rectangle of pure, unfiltered chaos that you can slap on your car, your laptop, your forehead — anywhere, really — to spread the kind of panic only Dr. Gregory House could approve of.
Imagine the emotional rollercoaster: you’re walking past a car, you see the grumpy doctor’s face, and BAM — “You’re pregnant.” No context. No explanation. Just a cold, clinical diagnosis from a man who once diagnosed a patient with lupus just because he was bored. It’s not a sticker; it’s an experience. You’re not just sticking House on your bumper — you’re jumpstarting a thousand internal crises on the highway.
