How I Told J "You're Going to be a Daddy"

I really want to write this down... errr... type this out... before I forget. So, this is the story of how I told J was pregnant...

J and I had been trying for about eight months when I saw those two precious pink lines on that First Response Pregnancy Test. I had become a little obsessed with peeing on a stick... I know that sounds gross, but if you have ever been in my shoes where you have prayed and waited and prayed and waited for a baby, then you completely understand what I mean by this. There is no telling how much money I had spent over those months on pregnancy tests. I'm glad I don't know because I think I might would cry... oh to have that money back. Anywhooo... after being consumed with getting pregnant for several months, this was the one month that we were not what I like to refer to as "strategically trying"... because "not, not trying" is still "trying" in my book.

Well, to make a long story short... I had been counting down the days til I could test. All you ladies that have been there no exactly what I'm talking about.

Length of cycle - how many days before missed period the pregnancy test says it can show a positive result = Day to start testing... and stressing... and squinting to see if there is another line... wondering if your eyes are playing a trick on you...

I think you get the point.

J had asked me to not take a test until past the end of my cycle. I was a bad wife and did not oblige his request. Well... it was killing me to know. Thinking back, I really wish I would have waited, but oh well. I'm an impatient woman... mix that with the task of trying to get pregnant and you get a slightly, crazy woman without a lick of self control.

Sooo... I took a test, and it came back positive. I was sooooo thrilled! I kept looking at the test, setting it down, looking at the test, setting it down, looking at it in a different light, squinting in every possible angle until I finally convinced myself that this was true. I was pregnant. Suddenly guilt set in. Was he going to be mad? I didn't honor his request! I thought, "Maybe I can wait a few days to tell him..." Fat chance.

Racking my brain to come up with a cute way to tell him, I hopped into the car and headed to Target. I found a precious little bib that said "I love daddy," grabbed a gift box and some wrapping paper. This was right before Christmas, so I decided to head up to his work to present him with an early Christmas present. He had to work that night and there was no way possible I was going to be able to keep it to myself until he got home and no way I was going to tell him over the phone.

I skidded into the parking lot and ran inside where he met me with a "What on earth are you doing here" look. I handed him a box and said, "I got this for you, and you know how bad I am at waiting to give you presents so will you please open this early Christmas present?"


He opened it and just stood and stared at me for a few seconds. Then he got a huge grin and gave me a big hug. I immediately broke down into tears asking, "Are you mad at me?" He of course laughed and said, "How could I be mad at you?"


Phew.


And that my friends, is the Reader's Digests version of how I told J he was going to be a daddy.