Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Truthful Tuesdays

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How Did You Tell DH (or your family!) You Were Pregnant?

My mom called me a few days before Christmas, 2005, and asked me if I was pregnant. Her best friend has visions and had called my mom up that morning and told her I was pregnant. True, I had been battling what seemed like the flu for a few days. But I didn't give it a second thought of being pregnant. She, of course, knowing about these things, asked me when my period was and I couldn't remember. So her statement to that? "If you can't remember then it's been too long, go get a pregnancy test and don't call me until you do. Click." So I went out and got two tests and sat down for about 15 minutes trying to figure out how to pee onto that tiny stick without peeing everywhere like a potty training two year old little boy. We may not have the equipment ladies, but if we try, we can get more distance than the guys. Just so you know. ;) It came out positive. Both times. So I called her, we cried and laughed and then I remembered Abel. So I hung up and called him at work. Then I heard him yelling and screaming at the top of his lungs "I'm going to be a daddy!" It was quite entertaining.

With Ignacio it was a bit different. After Hannah, we lost two babies. Before Hannah, I had lost one. 3 losses can turn what should be a joyous occasion, into a terrifying one. Every time you see those two lines, your heart drops and you start thinking, oh no...By the time I was pregnant with Ignacio, I just knew. I was late by one day and I knew. I took the test and saw those lines and dropped onto the toilet seat and started crying. I called my best friend and talked with her and then my mom and told her. Getting the news that I was pregnant had everyone almost grieving. Very little hope. When Abel came home, it was right about Christmas time so I wrapped it up and gave it to him. He opened it and got a smile on his face and just looked at me. And I told him, this time, it will be different and smiled. The day before we moved from Montana to come here, North Dakota, it was December 31st and I had the best thing ever. morning sickness crossed with the stomach flu. It was lovely but it made me smile. I had morning sicked. That's always a good sign of hormones.

Now I have two monster children who are growing up too fast for my liking and are the most beautiful miracles in my life. Had I not had issues with carrying babies and scary health issues, I'm sure my "I'm Pregnant!" stories would be more creative and memorable. But just the same, I think they are great :)


3 comments:

Confessions From A Working Mom said...

I loved reading your story! I'm so glad you linked up. I also lost a baby, and I know exactly what you mean about a "joyous" occasion turning into a sad one. I think it's amazing that you KNEW that your son would be different!

~Elizabeth
Confessions From A Working Mom

Me said...

This was fun.
I enjoyed yours so decided to join in as well :-)

Gucci Mama said...

My husband was always with me because all my pregnancy tests were done by the doctor. I always thought that if I ever did get to tell him myself I'd do it with a dinner full of hints. Like baby carrots, baby corn, baby back ribs, that kind of thing. Never say never I guess...

Fun to hear your stories!