Trent and I knew we wanted to have kids. We were almost 30. I was with the man I wanted experience everything in life with. No time to dawdle. So when we found out we were pregnant in January 2011, we couldn't have been happier....but it took a while to sink in, for me at least. I stood in the bathroom, staring down at this little pink plus sign, a million thoughts, worries, hopes, and emotions swirling through my head. Could this really be happening? Were we ready? Would we be good parents? Our life as we knew it was now changed. I am not an easy going person. I analyze and dissect everything to a fault. But after just a moment of freak-out, I felt a peace come over me that allowed me to be humbled and wowed by what would be. I couldn't wait to be a mom.
I told Trent by having him close his eyes since I had a "present" for him. When he opened them and saw what I had placed in his hands, there was little to no reaction (if you know Trent, this is very unusual...he is known for GREAT reactions, good or bad). It then dawned on me that he had probably never seen a pregnancy test, so....wait on it, wait on it....finally he realized what it was and he had HIS moment of shock and freak out, immediately followed by running around in circles, yelling, "we're having a baby!" Immediately followed by opening the outside door and telling the world, "I'm going to be a father!" Needless to say, he couldn't wait to be a dad.
Always the practical one, I convinced Trent that we shouldn't tell our family and friends until we had reached the "safe" point - 12 weeks - most "problems" and miscarriages happen before that point. I didn't want to make this huge announcement, and then have to explain the story if something did happen later on.....oh the irony. So we kept our secret.
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