the rest of the “preggo discovery day” story!

 

I’m finally going to finish this story!!!

Hip-Hip-Hooray for the chronic procrastinator!!

 

Side note: If you haven’t already, don’t forget to vote in our poll for baby Roberts’ gender… Just 3 days left to vote, people! YAYAYAYYAYAY=)

 

Last I ended the story, I was standing in a bathroom stall, holding a digital HPT that read PREGNANT, ignoring a phone call from my dear husband who was clueless to any facet of our current situation.

{Doesn’t my life sound so glamorous and totally not humiliating in the least?!}

I was completely out of my mind with excitement. I had my doubts, but I chose to believe the words on the screen until told otherwise. What did I do next? Not much choice at this point… I stashed the HPT away for safe keeping, washed my hands, and got back to work with a perma-grin plastered on my face.

Wanna know something else fun about this day?  It was one of my half days at the pharmacy, which is only 6 hours and which also happened to be our cholesterol screening day. In the course of 6 hours, my husband stopped by TWICE to have his cholesterol checked, {the first time there was a line so he said he’d have to come back}, and I didn’t say one little word or even drop one single hint of the BIG secret I was keeping.

That was not the place where I wanted to find out I was pregnant – I wanted to be at home, dancing around, screaming if I wanted. {But I’ll definitely take a positive pee stick wherever I can get it, no real complaint here!} I was definitely not going to let the big news slip to the father-to-be there as well. I was going to do something the right way.

I got out of work at 3 and knew Hubs wouldn’t be far behind at 4 or 4:30. I had a plan and I needed to be as quick as possible. Straight to the mall I ran after work to pick up a special ornament. The wait for the store to personalize the ornament was 4 hours – no can do. I bought the ornament plain, checked out the “special” paint markers they were using and ran to Hobby Lobby to buy my own. I stopped off at a book store in the mall as well to get him started on his daddy education.

I was SPASTIC to say the least.

By the time I got home, it was almost 4 o’clock. I “personalized” the ornament the best I could with shaky hands and started wrapping the gifts.

I must say, it was THE WORST wrapping job I have ever done. Pure fail. But I got it done before he got home and it was all that mattered. I put the present under the tree, snapped a few pictures of it for memories’ sake, and perched myself nonchalantly on the couch in front of the t.v. just in time to hear the garage door open pronouncing the arrival of the clueless baby daddy.

 

{I should probably remind you at this point that it was December 15th, Christmas time – just in case you were thrown off by the mention of “ornaments” and “under the tree”… =)}

At this point I had no further plan except to hope he noticed the lone present under the tree and to go from there. It felt like an eternity, really just about 30 minutes, but he finally said something.

I was in the kitchen getting a snack when he yelled, “Hey, whose present is this in here?”

Relieved, I ran into the family room to pretend to see it for the first time.

Without though, I blurted out, “Oh, I think it’s yours. Santa must have brought it.”

 

He was not amused, he just looked at me, waiting for me to quit joking around and just tell him already. So I pushed, “Maybe you should open it…”

His response, “Yeah right, you just wrapped it for decoration, didn’t you? There’s probably just rocks in it.”

Then, instead of bending over to pick it up to “feel it out”, he kicked it.

“Yup, it’s heavy. Definitely just rocks.”

Seriously, where in the heck did this man think I came up with some heavy, shirt box size rocks just to wrap them up for decoration?!?!?!?!?!!!!!

 

At this point, I just had to laugh. He had just kicked the most important present I had ever given him AND deemed it to be “rocks”.

 

My final statement before I ripped it open myself and threw it at him, “If I wrapped a present for decoration, would I need to put rocks in it or wouldn’t an empty box just due?”

He thought about it, agreed, and decided to open it. There were 4 gifts all tucked inside the box, each wrapped in tissue paper. The first he unwrapped was the ornament which told all there was to tell. He looked up at me astonished and just asked “Is this for real?!”

 

I honestly don’t exactly remember much after that. There was more present opening, hugging, and lots laughing over him kicking his gift AND his mentioning that I needed to learn how to wrap a present properly…I told you it was bad! We happily curled up on the sofa for the rest of the night, elated to know we were on our way to becoming parents.

 

Of course we took a few pictures to remember too…

 

…and we are still SO excited!