HOw I told baby daddy
2 May 2013. Thursday. A work day.
Scene: I'm upstairs peeing on a stick - it's been four days since my period was due and it hasn't appeared... I'm quietly hopeful but also know that this was the first cycle since stopping contraception and our first cycle of trying. Pee and wait. Try to fill in the three minutes of wait time by doing something productive, like, oh, get ready for work, but end up just staring at the stick waiting for the lines to appear. Tick, tick, tick. Control line appears.....I'm holding my breath. THE SECOND PINK LINE APPEARS! I'm preggers! Knocked up! Up the duff! Bun in the oven! With child! On stork watch! In the family way!
What a feeling!
Hubby is downstairs having breakfast. I run downstairs, brandishing aforementioned stick, and say, "Guess what!". He didn't guess, and I got to tell him that he was going to be a Daddy. Such a wonderful moment. We hugged, we kissed, I misted up, and it was a very special moment. I'm as feminist as they get, but I'm not ashamed to admit that I felt very womanly and wifely and oh-so-female, partly due to being able to grow our child for hubby.
Then I went to work. Anticlimax!
Scene: I'm upstairs peeing on a stick - it's been four days since my period was due and it hasn't appeared... I'm quietly hopeful but also know that this was the first cycle since stopping contraception and our first cycle of trying. Pee and wait. Try to fill in the three minutes of wait time by doing something productive, like, oh, get ready for work, but end up just staring at the stick waiting for the lines to appear. Tick, tick, tick. Control line appears.....I'm holding my breath. THE SECOND PINK LINE APPEARS! I'm preggers! Knocked up! Up the duff! Bun in the oven! With child! On stork watch! In the family way!
What a feeling!
Hubby is downstairs having breakfast. I run downstairs, brandishing aforementioned stick, and say, "Guess what!". He didn't guess, and I got to tell him that he was going to be a Daddy. Such a wonderful moment. We hugged, we kissed, I misted up, and it was a very special moment. I'm as feminist as they get, but I'm not ashamed to admit that I felt very womanly and wifely and oh-so-female, partly due to being able to grow our child for hubby.
Then I went to work. Anticlimax!