Post written Sept. 27.
Friday was business as usual, except for the fact that I had major baby on the brain and I was carefully inspecting every woman of child-bearing age that I came across, speculating if she was pregnant or not. The ones that WERE visibly pregnant extracted a giant, creepy grin from me. Sorry, ladies.
I met up with my friend and co-worker from across the country, C. C is a mom of a two-year old girl so she gets this whole birthing babies thing. At one point over lunch, I started asking her about morning sickness and I guess she could tell I was taking her words with careful consideration because she finally asked, “Why? Are you?” And with that, my entire defense system melted and all I could do was smile and look away. We were at a large table with a bunch of other women so she got very quiet and said, “Shutup. Seriously?” I confessed that I wasn’t really sure because I had just taken a test the morning before and haven’t even told my husband yet. I think we were both shocked that she was the first person I told, even before my husband, and although I hadn’t planned on telling her, she’s just one of those people that I’m completely comfortable around and that I trust not to spill the beans to anyone important. We gabbed a bit more (she pointed out I probably shouldn’t be eating that feta cheese on my salad. Doh!) and I told her my idea for telling Ryan. C approved.
So here’s what I did:
I wanted to get him a gift. Something to unwrap that could be a keepsake. At first I considered trying to find a onesie but the type of onesie I wanted wouldn’t be easy to find. I didn’t want one that just said I heart NYC or something touristy. I decided to go to the NBC store at Rockefellar Center. I was hoping to just see something that would catch my eye but after perusing the store back to front, I couldn’t find a thing. On my way out, I noticed some NBC/NYC coffee mugs with names on them. It was then that I saw the mug with “Dad” on the top. It wasn’t exactly what I had pictured in my mind but my plan was taking shape and this would be perfect. On the way back to the hotel I realized I also needed to get a birthday card for him. His birthday was on Monday, Sept. 26, and because we had technically already celebrated with a trip to NYC and some Michigan vs Illinois tix that I surprised him with earlier this month, a card was really all I planned to give him. Just for fun, I scanned the card section for any, “Congrats you’re gonna be a dad” cards, but I guess those aren’t popular sellers for Hallmark. Instead, I found a generic Congratulations card that said “Congratulations!” on the front and on the inside it said, “I’m so happy for you!” Excepted I crossed out the word “you” and put “us” so it looked like, “I’m so happy for
you us!” And on the other side, I wrote, “You’re gonna be a Dad!” I also kept both pregnancy tests because nothing says “Congrats future dad!” like shoving two pee sticks with two pink lines on them in my baby-daddy’s face.
Ryan’s flight was delayed on Friday night, which meant he didn’t get in until almost 2am Saturday morning. I was exhausted and started feeling nauseous because of it, but I threw on a t-shirt and my work pants and headed down to the lobby to greet him and bring him up to the room. He was still wide awake from having coffee on the plane, and for a brief moment I just considered going to bed and telling him in the morning, but seeing him made me super excited to tell him. We got back to the room, he threw down his stuff and started changing clothes and I climbed into bed and nudged him toward his present in the NBC store bag. He tried to get out of opening it since it was wrapped up and taped and asked if I could just tell him what it was so he wouldn’t have to repackage it but I said no dice. He unwrapped the mug and read it and ultimately just looked perplexed. I moved him along to the smaller of the two cards. The Congrats card. And while he read it, I snuck behind him and grabbed the test. He started laughing and turned to look at me as I was holding the pee stick. I said, “Look! Two pink lines! We’re pregnant!” Both of our eyes started to water and we just hugged and laughed in excitement. I don’t remember too much of the conversation other than him saying, “My boys can swim!” (Seinfeld reference, for those who didn’t get it at first. Like me.)
So that’s how I did it. And while it was torture waiting for more than 40 hours to tell him, it’s a fun memory we’ll always have.