So, my period was eight days late and I was in denial. Surely I can’t be pregnant. There’s no way. I’m definitely not having a baby.
Allan knew I was late and with each day that passed, he got more and more excited. I tried to tell him to calm down, that I wasn’t pregnant, that numerically things didn’t add up to a baby. To his credit, he didn’t push me to take a pregnancy test. He let me go at my own pace as his suspicions increased.
My birthday rolled around. October 15. Unbeknownst to Allan, I decided that would be the day to take the test. If my period didn’t arrive before then, of course. And it was totally going to come.
Because I knew what I was doing later that day, I went out of my way while driving to work to get a great, big, giant latte at Starbucks. My logic: as far as I knew, I wasn’t pregnant. With knowledge comes responsibility to act accordingly, but at that point, I knew nothing.
I left work early – Allan and I had plans to go to the State Fair that night – and rather than go straight home, I stopped at Target. I was so convinced that I wasn’t pregnant, I didn’t even want to spend the money on a name brand pregnancy test. I grabbed the Target box (with two tests) and went home.
Within one second, the plus sign appeared. Positive. You’re having a baby. Holy shit.
So I called my sister-in-law who, with kindness and grace, told me everything was going to be okay. She knew I was terrified and she didn’t get overly excited or force me to do the same. She was calm and reassuring and perfect.
Then, just to be sure, I took the other test. I needed two positives before I told Allan. I needed to be certain. I chugged and chugged and chugged water until I thought I would explode. Another plus sign. Yes, Virginia (Allie), you are having a baby.
The second stick wasn’t even dry before he got home.
I was a nervous wreck. I put my iPhone on the table, hoping to catch his reaction so that I could someday show it to our child.
He gave me my birthday presents, which I barely registered, and then he rambled on (and on and on) about the concert tickets and the cool trip to DC we would take, all the while I was thinking SHUT UP I HAVE TO TELL YOU SOMETHING!
When he (finally) stopped talking, I asked him if he was ready for his present.
Then I tossed him one of the pregnancy tests.
And here’s what happened next. (you might want to turn the volume up)
I planned to also record my family’s reaction to my pregnancy news.
After Allan and I did the Pumpkin Pie run in Allentown on Thanksgiving morning, we gathered my family together under the guise that we were going to take a family photo. Allan was going to use the Nikon while I used my iPhone.
What my family didn’t know was that instead of taking photos with the iPhone, I was actually taking a video. What I didn’t know was that my hands were shaking so badly (I was nervous) that I didn’t ever actually hit record. When I thought I was ending the video, it was actually just starting.
So, my family was all gathered and I asked them to say CHEESE! I then asked them for one more picture, but this time I asked them to say I’M PREGNANT!
They just looked at me and blinked. And then my mom yelled I’M PREGNANT! (At least she follows directions) Then I said: No, I’m pregnant!
This photo captures Jason’s responses, which cracked me up. And this video (you might want to turn the volume down) is the aftermath of the announcement.
I didn’t take these videos or photos for any reason other than to be able to share them with my child. I want her to see how thrilled everyone was at the thought of her, at the knowledge of her. I want her to see that she was loved right from the get-go.