So, let's go back to Sunday, December 6th 2009. I knew I was pregnant, Kelly knew I was pregnant...now I had to find a way to let Cory know. Since he works at a church, Sunday is obviously his big working day, so I had all day and all night to figure it out.
The weirdest part of this whole experience is that I actually figured out how I would tell him the night before, BEFORE I knew I was pregnant. As I was falling asleep I thought of it, and said to myself that if I EVER get pregnant I will tell him this way. I never thought that I would be putting it all together the next day!
So with shaking hands (I don't think I stopped shaking that day) I drove myself to Wal-Mart and got a big T-shirt and some iron-on letters and here is what I made...
(Isn't she cute? In case you can't read it because my hands were shaking while I made it and so the letters are disgustingly crooked, oh, and I suck at crafts, it says "Big Sister." Can you tell by the look on her face how excited she is about her new role?)
After I made the shirt I left for church, where I saw my husband and had to hug him and talk to him and pretend everything was normal when inside I was like "THERE'S A BABY IN HERE!!"
After church I ran home and tried to distract myself while I waited for him to come home. He still had one more church service to work before he would come home. Then, around the time he should be walking in the door, I get a phone call, "Hey Babe, I'm going to Bully's (a local bar) with some of the guys, is that OK?" Seriously? "I really wish you wouldn't," I said, practically hyperventilating.
Pause. Now, I had two choices here. I could be THAT wife who makes her husband come home and spend time with her when all he wants to do after working about 15 hours straight is go have a beer. Or, I could be the cool wife who lets him have his guy time. So of course, always the cool and understanding wife, I said that it was fine. What was one more hour, right?
An hour AND A HALF later, he walks through the door. I will always have this moment etched into my memory. He walks in like he always does and comes over to give me kiss. On his way to me he pauses because he realizes our dog is asleep on the couch wearing a T-shirt. He HATES dog clothes, so he barely acknowledges it and comes and gives me a kiss. "Do you like Bella's shirt?" I asked. "Yes," he said, in the most sarcastic tone possible. "Did you read it?" I asked. He walks over to her and pulls it a little to read the whole thing. As he realized what he was reading he looked back at me with a look on his face that will always bring tears to my eyes when I think of it. "Are you pregnant?" "YES!!!" I yelled, jumping up and pulling out that pee stick I had put in my pocket for just that very moment.
To say this was one of the best days of my life would be an understatement. To say I am excited would be the same. I am over JOYED. And as I relay how my pregnancy has gone so far in later posts (nausea, heartburn, generally feeling crappyness), please know that none of that has taken away that joy, the silent and constant sense of utter bliss I feel when I think about this little one I am carrying.