Let me tell you about the time I told Todd that we were pregnant with Lboy. It wasn’t pretty….
I had been expecting a positive pregnancy test. We weren’t planning on having a baby any time soon, but I just knew that I was & was convincing myself that I wasn’t. I avoided taking a pregnancy test for three weeks because I didn’t want to KNOW that I was pregnant–forget the fact that I was vomiting three times a day, having terrible cramps, & sleeping all the time. I was in straight up denial.
I went home to take my grandmother to the hospital for an MRI test or something like that. I had to take a visit to the bathroom for another lovely puking fest & when I came back that’s when my mother grabbed me by the shoulders & walked me into the hospital’s pharmacy and said “Buy the test.” I went back to the bathroom, took the test, & the rest is history.
At which point I immediately called Todd. He was working as a bank teller at the time & happened to be with customers when I called. Somehow I managed to say the words, “I’m pregnant.” And the only response I got was dead air. Then I got a slightly calm, slightly hysterical, “Are you serious?” In my head I’m thinking, “No, I”m not serious. I thought it would be fun to call you up at the busiest time of the day & tell you that you are going to be a father & then I’m going to bust out with HAHA JUST KIDDING. Yes I’m serious.” Instead, all I could manage was a simple “Uh-huh.”
And then he didn’t speak.to.anyone for three days. There was no jumping up & down. There was no whooping & hollering that he was going to be a dad. There was no yee-hawing about this being the best news ever. Obviously, he eventually got happy, but it was rough there for a long while (I seriously have PTSD about ever having to tell him that I’m pregnant in the future. I’m only slightly joking.) My mother had actually forewarned me that some men (aka my father) react this way to the baby news. It’s not so much that they are disappointed or unhappy, it’s just shocking to the system that now you have to actually “grow up” beyond just paying the bills (it was hard for me too.)
So yesterday, when I called his mother to see if she would come down & watch Lboy because I wasn’t feeling well she asked if I was pregnant. I told her no & laughed because I knew that’s what she was thinking. I am psychic after all.
Later, I was on the phone with Todd & told him that his mom asked if I was preggo. I thought it was funny. He didn’t so much. All he said was, “You aren’t are you?” And then I was met with dead air. I swear I heard his heart stop beating through the phone.
The two teeny, tiny, little words that strike fear into a man’s heart are “I’m pregnant.” And the second phrase that scares
the shit the crud out of Todd, “I’m ready for another baby.” Cause yeah, he’s been getting that a lot lately too. (:
What are your stories of telling your man that you were pregnant? How did it go–better or worse than mine?
|Here we had known we were pregnant for about 6 weeks–I was still sick as a dog, but Todd was happy (but that could be because we were at a football game.)|