I took a pregnancy test when I was home for lunch one day and it was positive. Immediately I felt like my body and mind were moving in slow motion or zero gravity. Then I started thinking about how to tell Kevin. Eventually the idea hit me and I knew that I had to tell Kevin about the baby in the same way that he had introduced the idea of a proposal to me. When Kevin proposed (engagement story here), he made me the sweetest book that compiled memories from our first few years together with an invite to start the next chapter in our story. Thanks to Shutterfly I had a book completed and ordered within 30 minutes. The only problem? My shipment was expected to arrive in SIX DAYS.
At first I was optimistic. Waiting six days to tell him will be a breeze, says I. That’s not even a week.
I made it until about 8:00 AM the following morning. Then I just couldn’t wait any longer and really, was it fair to wait? After all, it’s his baby too! Was I bad mother and wife by keeping this secret?? As I walked upstairs after breakfast Rue shot by me like a rocket and then threw herself on the floor at my feet, causing me to do a little hop skip and a jump to avoid stepping on her. (She does that all the time.) I decided that was a great opening and pulled the Ziploc bag with the pregnancy test out of a drawer. Kevin was washing his face or brushing his teeth or something (details, details). I told Rue, “You’re going to have to stop that, kitten. My belly’s going to be growing and I won’t be able to see you,” as I set the bag/test down on the counter near the sink. Kevin looked at it, registered what it was, and his face just lit up.
“Look at you – being all cool,” he said.
Like my knees weren’t shaking and my eyes weren’t welling up with tears. Yeah, that’s me. Cool.
And five days later, he got his book.
When you had big news to share, how did you tell the most important person?