Big news from contributor Julie today! I have never been able to pull off anything more than a blank stare to tell my husband I’m pregnant. Sometimes I even accompany the blank stare with words like, “Uhhhh…” and “Shut up,” and my very favorite, “Holy shit.”
I love her creativity with these! (And a hefty dose of reality when it comes to the 2nd child. Ha!) Welcome to the world of 3 kids, Julie. Muahahahahahahahaha!
Baby #3 is on the way!
The pregnancy test turned positive exactly two weeks after my husband left for a 7 month deployment to Afghanistan. Thank you for the going-away present, honey.
I could have told my husband the exciting news over the phone, but seeing that our kids dominate our Skype time, I decided to do something a little more creative. I took a picture of the pregnancy test, framed it, wrapped it and mailed it to my husband as a Father’s Day present.
Creative pregnancy reveals have kind of become tradition with us. When I found out I was pregnant with Langston (#1), my husband was out of town for the weekend. I thought about calling him, but I knew he was going to be in conferences all day. I thought about texting him, but selfishly, I wanted to hear his reaction. So, knowing that I wouldn’t see him again until the following weekend, I devised a plan.
We were going to be spending the upcoming weekend at the Peabody Hotel in Memphis, TN (you know, the one with the ducks). I called ahead to the fancy French restaurant there and concocted a plan with the restaurant manager.
When we sat down at dinner, the waiter came over to our table, and presented a bottle of Dom Perignon to my husband. He said, “Your wife called ahead and ordered one of our finest bottles for the evening. I think you’ll be quite happy with it.” My husband was glaring at me like, “Are you going to pay for this?” Then the waiter said, “Wait, I’m sorry. It wasn’t the Dom Perignon. It was this bottle.”
He presented another bottle to my husband and said, “Only the best varietals were picked in Northern California to deliver this bold and fruit-forward wine. 2009 was one of its best vintage years. Enjoy and congratulations.” Then he popped a bottle of Welch’s sparkling grape juice, poured two glasses and walked away.
My husband was bewildered, probably wondering if we still had to pay for the Dom Perignon. I said, “Do you get it?” No response. “Because we’re here to celebrate,” I smiled, “But I can’t drink alcohol.”
It seemed like forever passed, but it finally set in, a huge smile swept across his face, he kissed me on the cheek, and the entire staff circled around our table clapping. I knocked that one out of the park, if I do say so myself.
For Scarlet (#2), I broke the news over the phone in a tear-filled hormonal rage about who-remembers-what (sorry, middle child), but at least I captured this great photo of her proud big brother showing her off.