Truthful Tuesday- Breaking the news....

Jumping back into another of my favorite bloggy carnivals.... Truthful Tuesdays!! Click the button above to read what our host Elizabeth has to say about the question of the day:




How Did You Tell DH (or your family!) You Were Pregnant?

Well--- with Lady M, it was a little complicated... see, I wasn't married, it wasn't in my plan, etc. If you want all the details, go read about it here .


As for pregnancy numero dos, I found out I was pregnant right before my little brother's wedding. Obviously, I didn't want to steal any "thunder" there, so I kept it quiet until after the wedding. I remember when I took the pee stick test, my husband was at work and he'd been working a LOT. I thought it would be such a surprise for him that I took a picture of the word "positive" on my Clearblue Easy test and emailed it to him at work. Then I called him and told him to check his email. He said he would when he got a minute, but he had to go, since he was in the middle of something. I was so excited, and happy with myself that I'd come up with a creative way to let him know that we were expecting our first baby together. I waited and waited for him to call me back, shocked and happy and excited.... but it just never happened. When he came home from work, he walked in the door and I looked at him expectantly. He took off his shoes, plopped down in the chair and grabbed the remote. I was a little offended.


"Boss, did you check your email?"


"Yep."


"Well, did you get the picture I sent you? Did you read the email?" 


"Yep."


I was so mad, I didn't say another word, probably for the rest of the night. Now, after several more years of marriage, I realize that my husband is not the kind of person to show deep emotion. When something really touches his emotions, he tends to shut down, kind of in a "robot" mode. I know now that he was on "auto-Boss". He blames it on the Marine Corps, and I've learned not to let it get to me. 


So I had shared the news with the person who should know first. No one else knew...


Or so I thought... the problem was that since I was living with my parents when I was preggers with Lady M, I had failed to change my phone number in my chart at the OB to my "married and living with my husband" home number. SO, the day before my bro's wedding, my mom got an automated call from the doctors' office reminding Mama Bee of her first OB appointment on the Monday following the weekend wedding. 


That didn't go over too well. "Is there something you forgot to tell me??" was my mom's question. So I had to let the cat out of the bag then. She was excited, and maybe a bit mad for me not telling her sooner, but she got over it quickly.


Then came time to tell soon-to-be big sister Lady M. I found out I was pregnant about mid July, and Lady M's birthday is early August. I came up with a plan to break the news to her and the rest of the family all at one time: her birthday party. I searched and searched until I found a cute (but not expensive since she was only turning 5) necklace that said "Big Sister" on it. At the party, I waited until she'd opened all of her gifts and then handed her the wrapped necklace. She opened it up, and we helped her read it. 


"Big Sister? But I'm not a big sister....". She was little confused. 


That's when I made the announcement that I was 8 weeks pregnant. Of course, she was thrilled, and asked that her next present be a baby sister. My family congratulated me, and everything turned out great... thankfully there were no hard feelings for why I didn't tell everyone at my brother's wedding about our news.


The pregnancies that followed all varied... my third pregnancy, I told everyone fairly early. For me, I get very sick, very early, so it's not something I can hide too easily. Lady M was asking me by my second day of morning sickness, so I told her we were expecting again. Unfortunately, when we found there was no heartbeat and officially lost the baby at 14 weeks, she didn't handle it so well. Same thing happened with number 4, which was even more disheartening. 


So by the time I was pregnant for the fifth time, I told NO ONE except my husband. That was, until I had to have my mom drive me to the doctors office to make sure everything was okay when I miscarried yet again. That was a weird phone call....


"Mom, I know, I should've told you, but I was pregnant, and now I don't think I am anymore, and I need you to take me to the doctor right now in case I have to be admitted to the hospital." Being the greatest mom in the world, she completely understood my reasons, and simply helped me out. 


AND FINALLY...


Now that we are 13 weeks into Baby Number 6, it was just a matter of laying it all out there. I told everyone pretty early, because I've figured out that regardless of what the outcome is, at least with more people knowing, they are praying that we will be able to have a healthy baby come September.... and prayer works!!


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(Funny little addition to this story:


When I was pregnant with Miss Priss, I didn't want to know if I was having a boy or girl. I didn't find out with Lady M, so I knew that it would mean we would be buying lots of gender neutral stuff. When we went for the ultrasound, I made it clear we didn't want to know the sex of the baby, but to write in on my chart in case we changed our minds. Well, after about 2 weeks of pressure from the family, I caved and called the doctors office.  And the news: it's a girl!!


So I went out on a search for an item that said, "Daddy's Little Girl" on it. After a trip to 3 Walmarts and 2 Targets, plus Babies R Us, I finally found a pack of bibs that would do the trick. While Boss was at work, I rolled the bibs up, placing the Daddy's Little Girl one on top so it would be the first thing he'd see, placed them in a box and wrapped it in yellow and green baby paper. When he came home from work, I gave him the gift. 


He opened it.  As soon as he saw the word "girl", he threw the box across the room and yelled, "Great! Another 18 years of princess parties!!" 


Now that Miss Priss's here, he wouldn't trade her for anything. I secretly think he wants another girl this time, he's already coming up with some girl names :)  )