Some have the opinion one will not truly be domestic until she has kids.
I suppose I’m now entering the final frontier then. That’s right – I. Am. Pregnant.
I’m writing this in early May, we are 6-7 weeks along and don’t have the first doctor’s appointment until 2 weeks from today. Our parents don’t know yet and we are still in a state of denial – talking about the baby in very general terms and what it may mean for our life.
No, we weren’t “trying,” well, not really, but we do understand the way these things happen – and we could have been a little more careful. This is actually the way I’ve always hoped it would happen. There was no stress, schedules, counting or calendars, nature just took its course. I know it doesn’t happen that easily for a lot of couples, so I also know we are blessed that it did for us.
Regardless of this being something I had always hoped for, and a moment Andy and I had talked about happening in the next year or so, nothing prepares a woman for seeing a positive pregnancy test. In one swift moment, on a random Thursday before work your entire world gets rocked. A bazillion things run through your mind – Am I really pregnant? Can I handle this? Why is that line lighter than the other? What does this mean for my upcoming summer plans? and finally probably the thing I’ve thought of most of the past few days, What if something happens?
Yes I cried. Very briefly, but I cried, and it was mostly out of fear and shock. I knew I had to tell Andy in person which meant making it through an entire work day thinking about it. I really wouldn’t truly believe it until I had taken another couple of tests – this time I splurged on the $18 pack that has a digital read out that just says “pregnant.” For some reason seeing that word vs. trying to decipher pink lines, made it all sink in.
I hadn’t planned on telling anyone before Andy – he’s my husband after all, but I had a bad evening at work the night before and this had just brought all those emotions to another level. After a morning meeting my boss Lori called me into a conference room to check on me. I’m pretty sure she wasn’t expecting me to break down and tell her my big secret. What a great call that was though. She’s already one of my domestic heroes – a pro at being an awesome mom and the President of our company. She hugged me and told me how great it was going to be, how ready Andy and I were to become parents and how good we’d be at it. That conversation got me through the rest of the day…well until about 3:30 when I took her up on her offer to leave early if need be.
Andy got home later on. We chit chatted and I debated how to break the news. Finally I just grabbed the easy to understand test and put it in front of him. He was totally shocked, and didn’t say much, we talked about very basic logistics and then went about our evening…of course it was the only thing I could think about. As the week went on he started to become a little more interested in what was going on inside me – I read to him from websites about our due date in December, how big the baby was and on the day marking our sixth week I emailed him letting him know the baby should now have a heart beat. As of today I don’t think it will be real to either of us until we hear that heart beat at our first appointment.
So today I’m hopeful and excited. The first few days all I did was research the odds of carrying a baby to term at five weeks, then six, now seven. Now though I’ve just decided to be positive and assume that God will bless us with a perfect, beautiful baby. Today I’m most looking forward to Sunday, Mother’s Day. That’s when we’ve decided to tell my parents. I know they will be so excited, I got teary eyed just thinking about it this morning (damn hormones!). I spent all last weekend with my mom & sister and didn’t spill the beans (to Mom, Katie knows!), I wanted both of my parents to find out together from both me and Andy. What better timing than Mother’s Day!?
I suppose it’s now back to my crackers and ginger ale!
If I was Domestic... 