The first pregnant weekend.
When I very very first found out I was pregnant (with a not planned, but not unwanted pregnancy) I was ecstatic. It was so exciting to be joining the ranks of mothers gone before, and to finally know (soon) what was like to be pregnant and carrying a child. I didn't tell S for most of two days. We had friends coming over with new babies and I knew the two of us wouldn't have been able to stop mooning at each other every time we looked at the babies. I wasn't ready to tell people yet, especially it being our first and being somewhat unplanned. We had been talking about babies and when would be the best time for a baby to be born, and had decided to start trying in April. I guess knowing that we would be trying soon and not certain how quickly it would or would not work we got a little lax in our practices and... now we'll have a new baby before Christmas.
I told S the day after our friends were over. I was going to tell him over breakfast, but he jumped up at 7:30 and said, "I'm going to do taxes!" Not exactly what I had expected of the day. I figured I had best let him finish the taxes because we'd both be much too distracted after wards to get much done. I did tell him I had a present for him when he finished his work. I didn't realize it would take all morning and much of the afternoon. To pass the time I went to the store to exchange a bra and undies set he had bought me for my birthday and which didn't fit quite right. I was horribly frustrated trying to find a bra knowing full well that I wouldn't fit into it in a few short months. I even told the sales lady I was pregnant before I told my husband.
Finally I had a set picked out and simply accepted that I soon would not be wearing it, but would hopefully fit back into it sometime after baby. Considering that I'm planning to nurse it's going to be a long time before that happens though. When I returned home S was almost finished. I went upstairs, put on my new set, wrapped the positive pregnancy test in a box and called S up. He was all smiles coming into the room. Once he joined me on the bed I handed him the decorated box. It was funny to watch the processing on his face. He didn't know what this thing was at first. "Was it a thermometer? We already have a thermometer. Is it a pregnancy test to use when we start trying? ... no it's already been used. It's positive. Who's is it then and why is she giving it to me?" (See. We really weren't planning). Eventually he figured it out and was through the roof and over the moon. I don't know that I'd ever seen him so happy and excited. It was really quite fun. We laid in bed and talked awhile, then got up and started looking at baby names. We've settled on a number of girl names that we like, but are still struggling with the boys'.
I told S the day after our friends were over. I was going to tell him over breakfast, but he jumped up at 7:30 and said, "I'm going to do taxes!" Not exactly what I had expected of the day. I figured I had best let him finish the taxes because we'd both be much too distracted after wards to get much done. I did tell him I had a present for him when he finished his work. I didn't realize it would take all morning and much of the afternoon. To pass the time I went to the store to exchange a bra and undies set he had bought me for my birthday and which didn't fit quite right. I was horribly frustrated trying to find a bra knowing full well that I wouldn't fit into it in a few short months. I even told the sales lady I was pregnant before I told my husband.
Finally I had a set picked out and simply accepted that I soon would not be wearing it, but would hopefully fit back into it sometime after baby. Considering that I'm planning to nurse it's going to be a long time before that happens though. When I returned home S was almost finished. I went upstairs, put on my new set, wrapped the positive pregnancy test in a box and called S up. He was all smiles coming into the room. Once he joined me on the bed I handed him the decorated box. It was funny to watch the processing on his face. He didn't know what this thing was at first. "Was it a thermometer? We already have a thermometer. Is it a pregnancy test to use when we start trying? ... no it's already been used. It's positive. Who's is it then and why is she giving it to me?" (See. We really weren't planning). Eventually he figured it out and was through the roof and over the moon. I don't know that I'd ever seen him so happy and excited. It was really quite fun. We laid in bed and talked awhile, then got up and started looking at baby names. We've settled on a number of girl names that we like, but are still struggling with the boys'.