The First Person You Told About Your Pregnancyclairegoss
Phew! I feel better now. Sorry, honey.
I think I imagined telling him in some really wonderful, romantic way. But instead I peed on the stick while home alone, got the positive result, and promptly freaked out. A baby! I started to reach for the phone and then realized I really wanted to see the look on my husband’s face in-person when I told him the news.
Pacing around my house, my phone rang and it was one of my best friends. Cara was just calling to say hi but she also knew we were trying to conceive so she casually asked, “So, did you pee on anything today?” I couldn’t help it—I joyfully screamed, “I’m pregnant!!!”
When my husband came home from work later that night we had that special moment I had hoped for—he was happy and excited and we spent the evening imagining what our baby might be like. But I spent the following few days feeling a little bad that he was actually the second person to get the news.
With my second pregnancy, my husband was once again second fiddle. I peed on a stick after he left for work and I excitedly told my daughter, who was only 15 months at the time. She did not share my excitement. I believe she reacted by whining for more Cheerios. Nice.
By the time this current pregnancy rolled around, we had been through the ringer; two kids in three years and two miscarriages, one only two months before. When I emerged from the bathroom with the pee stick I sighed, “Hey, I’m pregnant again,” in the same tone I might use to inform him I paid the water bill.
I’m sorry, third baby. By the time you showed up the fanfare was replaced by exhaustion and very hesitant excitement after the losses we had experienced. But we’re so glad you stuck around!
Who was the first person you told when you found out you were pregnant?
Photo credit: iStock