Sunday, August 31, 2008

One year ago today...

[if you haven't already, read this first]

...Kevin was just pulling into town. I had known for five whole days that I was pregnant and had somehow managed not to spill the beans to him over the phone. I thought all week about how I would tell him. Would he be as excited/nervous/thankful as I was? Would he jump for joy or be stunned into silence?? Would he smile or demand to know who the real father was??? I spent my whole first week of nursing school thinking about these things.

Before we go any further, I have a confession to make. I have a sick relationship with Target. We have a deep bond, Target and I. I could go to Target everyday and find something new I wanted to buy. These days it's nearly impossible for me to get out of there without something new for Avelyn but I can't avoid it because it's the cheapest place to buy her freaking expensive formula but I digress. A few months before this whole getting pregnant thing, Kevin and I were walking through our Target in San Antonio and saw a funny t-shirt. The next 20 seconds went something like this:

"I'm buying that t-shirt for you when we eventually have a baby and you will have to wear it," I said.

"Okay," he replied, "but only when you're really big so people don't just think I'm a creepy dumbass."


Clearly this conversation took place at a time when I thought it would be a few more years before we could have a baby. A few weeks apart and a little irresponsibility on my part and the stick turned blue... or showed two pink lines, whatever. She's here and she's amazing and came at just the right time but again I digress. Before her arrival I had to inform Kevin of his impending fatherhood. While he started teaching that week I started thinking of ways to tell him and suddenly remembered the t-shirt.

I had a whole thing planned. With my last few dollars (having blown the bulk of it on pregnancy tests for the last month) I bought the t-shirt we'd seen as well as a little blue shirt that said "I get my good looks from my dad". It was clearly a boys t-shirt but I figured I'd just return it if we had a girl... which I did so you won't see it here. I wrapped the shirts up with the pregnancy tests and put together a really cute gift bag. I told Kevin I had gotten him a belated anniversary present since I hadn't given him anything the week before.

Well, he got here around 4ish I think and we had to get to the bank to cut our rent check. He wanted to jump in the car and go right away so we could make sure it went out on time.

"Sure," I said, feeling the anticipation build to the point I expected to throw up at any second, "but do you want to open your present now or when we get back?"

"When we get back is fine, or maybe at dinner."

Ugggggghhhhh. I have to wait even longer?!?!?! That's okay, I told myself, I don't want to just dump it on him standing in the middle of the parking lot sweating buckets in the August heat. It has to be special. Right? So off we headed to the bank. I drove since he had just driven 200 miles to see me.

We start driving to the bank and I'm trying to act super cool, like nothing is out of the ordinary all the while thinking for sure that he has to be able to see me shaking, he has to have noticed that I keep trying not to smile. At the next stoplight he is saying something I'm not really paying attention to when I catch him staring at me.

"What?" I ask.

"Your boobs looks bigger. Are you pregnant? Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

I just stared at him. "Yes."

"What? No you're not!"

"Yes I am." Then I start shouting, "I AM AND THIS IS NOT THE WAY YOU TELL SOMEONE! YOU DON'T TELL SOMEONE IN THE CAR ON THE WAY TO THE BANK! I had a whole thing planned!"

I don't remember much after that except that he couldn't stop smiling and he kept looking at me with the biggest grin I'd ever seen. He looked like a 5 year old on Christmas morning. It was the best he's ever looked and he looked very good on our wedding day. I'm sure we looked like crazy people in the bank line since he kept hugging me and saying things like "We're having a baaaaaaby" over and over.

So maybe I did have a whole thing planned, but this was way more memorable.

I love you, Baby! Thanks for giving me the most amazing little girl I could have dreamed of! I love you!


  1. I love this story! And his shirt. Haha :)

    I never, ever could have waited 5 days to tell Dave! He knew within a minute of my bfp, LOL.

  2. I am commenting on this so late! And I came so close to crying (eyes welled but I wouldnt let the tears fall) Such a cute story! She is a beautiful little girl!

  3. Yes she is :) She gets more beautiful every day.


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