A Mother To Be Falls Pregnant
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How Clever Am I?
Six days into another new year and after being three days late for my period I have finally conceded to doing a pregnancy test. Mainly because I seem to be suffering with Alzheimer’s, today when writing out an order for a customer I looked at her blankly trying to remember her name, I have known this woman for three years. When I explained that I was sorry to ask but have a memory like a sieve she replied “you’re not pregnant are you” which I replied laughing “oh, I don’t think so….”
So hence a quick stop at Tesco to yet again invest more money in Clearblue, I just assumed this would yet again be a waste of £8.00. After going through the ritual of peeing on a stick and watching the end turn a lovely pink colour, it didn’t take long for me to shout with joy…….. and promptly burst into tears (they were right when they said your emotions are all over the place). Yippee!! After three months of trying I am pregnant.
Obviously for the next hour and half before my husband comes home I congratulate myself on being so clever and feel like the only woman ever to have achieved pregnancy status.
How To Tell Rich?
While I sat in floods of tears trying to decide how to tell Rich, I came up with an odd idea. I decided to place the pregnancy test up in a box and then wrap in Christmas wrapping paper. When Rich came home I announced, whilst he hurriedly ate his dinner in preparation for playing tennis, that I had missed one of his Christmas presents which I had found under the bed and he must unwrap it right now.
Knowing full well not to mess with what he thought was a premenstrual woman he did what he was told and carefully unwrapped the paper and opened the box.
At this point he looked down and then at me and said “what does this mean?” and which point he looked down again and the realisation spread over his face. At this point I am in floods of tears and we share a moment that puts the movies to shame…… We are having a baby.
To Tell Or Not To Tell?
The age old concern of not telling anybody you are expecting until you are least 12 weeks gone does not work in our house. We decided that as we had a very supportive and easily excitable group of friends that we would tell them that we were pregnant even though we had only just found out ourselves. The main reason for this is god forbid anything does go wrong we would like them to help and support us through it.
So first stop family……. Once Rich had got over the shock of knowing that in nine months he would be a daddy our first call was to my mum and dad. Mum was the first to answer the phone and with whoops and cries down the telephone she seemed quite happy if not hysterical at the thought of becoming a grandma for the first time. Unfortunately Dad was out so next stop was to get hold of him by his mobile. No answer…… left a message hoping he would call soon.
Networking….
In the time it took me to leave a message for my dad, my aunt, grandmother and brother seem to have been informed by my mum. When I put the phone down I received a call from my very excited Aunt, offering words of advice and baby stuff (her youngest is now nine months). My aunt also was the first to give me an indication of what my delivery date maybe……September 12th.
Next call my youngest brother, his girlfriend and her little girl, again a very excitable man on the phone shouting he is going to be an uncle for the first time, as well as a three and half year getting their small tongue round the word “Congratulations”……. So far so good I like being pregnant, everyone seems so happy.
Dad
I think for any father hearing their daughter is pregnant can be a shock to the system if for no other reason than the fact they have lost their virginity. All fathers like to think of their daughters married or not, as untouched……dream on. Telling my dad was great, his voice held a feeling of total disbelievement as well as great joy. Next step Rich ’s parents…
In Laws
Unfortunately Rich’s dad was still at work, but we told his mum in the most graceful way possible, by handing her the pee stick that screamed out pregnancy in the form of a big blue cross. With hugs and kisses we were off on a marathon of telling family and friends.
Friendship – How Men And Women Differ
It is a routine date to meet all of our friends down the pub on a Friday night to catch up with the week’s event and relax after a busy week. As Rich and I are one of the few couples that don’t smoke, Rich's protective nature kicked in before we left with “ I don’t want you in the pub for too long as its not good for you or the baby” (I wonder how long this will last).
Once down at the pub the reactions to the news differ hugely ….. Tell me why is it that men slap each other on the back and say stuff like “ Aren’t you glad you're not a jaffa!!!” Women on the other hand, handle it in a more ladylike fashion of either promptly bursting into tears or giving me loads of hugs and advice. Apart from my best friend Louise, who likes to give the impression of not wanting children but secretly I know she does. Her statement was “ I am so happy for you honey, but so bloody glad its not me” followed by “does this mean we are going to have to talk baby crap for the next nine months” and finished by lighting up a fag, I am so glad some things don’t change.
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