“Telling” Stories
How did you tell your husband, partner, sperm donor or boyfriend that you were pregnant? I want to hear your story and remember… nothing is too silly, simple or sickening for this blog.
Here’s my “telling” story. (It’s fairly tame compared to some of my other posts.)
The second time I was rewarded with the two blue lines, we were actively trying to get pregnant and knew what to expect this time around. I wrapped up the positive test in a small, narrow box with silver paper and a red ribbon. Spying the gift on the kitchen table, my two-year-old grabbed it and tried to unwrap it, assuming it was meant for her. I explained that it was a present for Daddy, and she could give it to him when he got home.
The sound of the garage door alerted her of Daddy’s arrival. She grabbed the present, ran to the basement door and began a dance of excitement and anticipation as she listened to him climb the stairs. The moment he walked in the door, she thrust the gift at him and squealed, “Open, now! Open, now!” My husband opened the gift with a quizzical look in his eye. Seeing the positive test, he was excited and delighted– a big change from his reaction to our first pregnancy, when he almost threw up.
You’d be surprised, but some men become quite queasy when contemplating the responsibilities of fatherhood. I guess that’s the closest they will ever come to morning sickness!
Here’s my “telling” story. (It’s fairly tame compared to some of my other posts.)
The second time I was rewarded with the two blue lines, we were actively trying to get pregnant and knew what to expect this time around. I wrapped up the positive test in a small, narrow box with silver paper and a red ribbon. Spying the gift on the kitchen table, my two-year-old grabbed it and tried to unwrap it, assuming it was meant for her. I explained that it was a present for Daddy, and she could give it to him when he got home.
The sound of the garage door alerted her of Daddy’s arrival. She grabbed the present, ran to the basement door and began a dance of excitement and anticipation as she listened to him climb the stairs. The moment he walked in the door, she thrust the gift at him and squealed, “Open, now! Open, now!” My husband opened the gift with a quizzical look in his eye. Seeing the positive test, he was excited and delighted– a big change from his reaction to our first pregnancy, when he almost threw up.
You’d be surprised, but some men become quite queasy when contemplating the responsibilities of fatherhood. I guess that’s the closest they will ever come to morning sickness!
posted by Stacy at 3:26 PM
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Lurker here, but am so excited about my story, I thought I would share it....My husband and I have a son who will be 5 in December, and had been trying for another child since March/April 2003. Long story short, after way too many IUI's and being turned down for IVF through an area clinic, we finally found a clinic in Dallas that thought we had a shot of getting pregnant with IVF/ICSI. I paid for it, purchased all my medicine, everything....all I needed was to start my period. I hadn't been on any meds for 2 or so months. Well, we waited, and waited and waited and finally on cycle day 36, at 5:30am one Saturday morning, I decided to go ahead and take a pregnancy test, since i was desperate to start my period and begin the IVF (and usually after I take a pregnancy test and it's negative, I will start my period shortly thereafter). Much to my surprise, the test lit up with 2 lines and all I could do was scream "OH MY GOD" over and over and over again. My husband, who was in the kitchen fixing his coffee, came running in, somewhat panicked, to find me still sitting on the toilet with my panties around my knees screaming "OH MY GOD.....I'M PREGNANT". After all the many, many months of hoping and dreaming of how I would tell my husband, this certainly wasn't the way I had envisioned it! It was soooo funny!
We still laugh about how "romantic" it was....it was one of the best days of our lives! I'm 14 weeks today and couldn't be happier!!!
http://captainhambone.typepad.com/not_that_you_asked/2006/03/sometimes_i_can_1.html
Sorry, that's a horribly long link. Let's just say Dave was somewhere over middle America when I found out I was unexpectedly pregnant. And he had to find out in a hysterical phone call while he was at baggage claim at the Las Vegas airport.
But we're past that now. :)
My first time, my husband and I got home from a vacation in which I'd been feeling all the symptoms and ceremoniously bought a pregnancy test, took it and hugged and got all excited afterward.
The second time, I bought a test at the Dollar Tree, took it and burst into tears. I was planning to get pregnant, but not two weeks after I had quit birth control! My husband was much better about it- His philosophy was that we knew we wanted another child, so better to get the pregnancy part out of the way sooner rather than later! That made me feel better- I really don't enjoy being pregnant.
I'll just share the first time (the other ones don't end the way they should):
It was his birthday and we had been trying, but he had no clue that I was testing or where I was in my cycle...nada. So when I gave him his card, I had written that his birthday present wouldn't be here until around Christmas, which was 8 mos away.
I became suspicious when the night before as I was getting ready for bed, I realized that my boobs were on fire (really tingly and achy), so I crawled out of bed before my husband woke up and snuck a test down my pants into the bathroom.
I tested, but was totally convinced that it was negative and got ready to throw it away before I noticed that a second line was appearing! I ran into our guest room where I'd been hiding little soccer robeez shoes for just this occasion. I woke Josh up by thrusting the shoes in his face and telling him I had a present for him. He looked at them totally confused and in a strange voice said, "Um, cute?" and then I screamed that I was pregnant!
And then I took 5 more tests when he asked me if it was possible that the one test had been defective!
My hub-unit and I decided that it was finally time to start trying to have a baby in earnest, so we planned on whooping it up and drinking our last drinks, smoking our last smokes, and chucking the bc pills on Halloween of 2005. That would be the 31. On the third, I felt icky, and everyone made jokes that I was pregnant, telling me to take a test or atleast check and see if my pee was bright yellow. Because, apparently, your pee looks like you swallow a hi-liter or something. It was. I laughed it off and took a test anyway to make everyone shut up...and it turned out I was up the stick. It was official on November 4th. Which means that those tests are either getting WAY too good or I got knocked up while I was on the pill. My daughter's almost three months old, and every day I tell her that she was really really REALLY meant to be.
I was off this year on July 3rd and thought just maybe...so I took a test before my husband got home from work. We weren't trying (but weren't trying very hard to prevent anything either) and I wondered how to tell him. As he was driving home from work, he called to tell me that our friend had gone into labor and that we'd be getting the call to meet them at the hospital to pick up their other two kids when they decided that it was time. Rather than wait (and knowing we'd have two kids around all night), I told him as soon as he got home. His response, after silence, was "YOU'RE pregnant? Are you sure?" Then he sat on the couch, in silence, for a while. It's about two years earlier than we'd planned, but we're at 16 weeks right now, and both very excited -- and a litte scared -- of what is to come. Our friends can't wait to tell their daughter that we found out we're expecting on the day she was born!
Well, with my current pregnancy we'd been actively trying for the better part of a year, and had started the process of tests to check for infertility. He's gone in to be tested that morning, with more tests scheduled the next day, when I realized I'd been a little tired that week, and that my period was late. I'm often irregular,so I didn't think much of it, but when I mentioned it to the hubby that night he made me rush right out to get a test. Sure enough, it was a clear double line! We quickly cancelled out all infertility tests! I'm now 17 weeks and feeling great! My 12 year old daughter's arrival, however, with my first husband was met with lots of tears, as I was on the pill!
With the first, we bought the test together. Next morning I took it and went back to bed. I told him it was positive and we cuddled and smiled and felt overwhelming happiness.
Number two was a surprise. It was Mother's Day 2002. Again, we bought the test together, but both of us felt sure it was negative.
This time my not quite one year old woke me, I took the test and lo and behold.....positive.
Third time, I bought the test alone and didn't tell him I even suspected. I used a digital when he was out with our son. It was positive, and I kept hoping it would stay until he got home, since it disappears.
He walks in and show it to him. He says, "This stick says pregnant"
Funny how each time we became progressively nonchalant about it:)
The first time I told him I was taking a test - I came into the room and showed it to him shocked. He was happy and I wasn't.
This second time we "tried" to get pregnant and were expecting it. I had been taking tests for a couple days as I just couldn't wait to find out.
There was no surprise about it - I showed him the FAINT line and we both were excited.
Now I'll be the mommy of two boys. Some days I wonder what I'm getting myself into ;)
When we started trying for baby #1 my husband would ask me all the time, "Do you think you're pregnant?" We're talking daily questions starting the very next day! So, a few months go by and he was out of town and I took a test and there was the ever-so-faint line. So he called me and we talked a while. I was waiting for him to ask me if I was pregnant! Finally at the END of the conversation he asked and I said yes. He couldn't believe I didn't just blurt it out. But I knew he'd be asking so I waited!
I ran into the living room waving a stick and said to my drunk partner, "Um, can you pause the Redskins game a sec?"
He still gives me a hard time about it.
What! I can't help it if it was Drunken Football Sunday when I found out. There was no way in hell I was going to be able to wait until Monday.
The other stories aren't that great. But when I got pregnant with the twins (who I later lost) I yelled at my husband. You see, I was nursing my 7 month old son and my cycle had still not returned. I was feeling icky and since we had made plans to go out and have a few drinks I thought I should check, just in case.
Sure enough, it said pregnant. I ran into the bedroom, threw the directions at my husbands head and yelled, "you find in there where it says pregnancy tests give false positives when you are nursing!" I was none too happy. He just smiled like cheshire cate.
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