How I Told My Husband I Was Pregnant

Here’s how I found out I was pregnant…and now, here’s how I told Jon!

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I ran around frantically, not really doing anything, but just pacing quickly up and down the hallway. Wrigley followed me, nipping at my heals and barking as if saying “what?! what!? what is it!?”. I honestly could not believe it. I was in total shock. I ran into my closet, dug in my drawer, and grabbed the Chicago Cubs onesie I had bought many months ago in preparation for this moment. I ran into the other room, grabbed some wrapping paper, and sloppily wrapped the tiny outfit up.

Then I thought “oh crap, what if the test is wrong?”. So I ran to the fridge, grabbed a bottle of water, and started to chug. I had to pee on another test before Jon got home, just to be sure. After a few minutes, I was able to pee again (sorry if this is all TMI for you, but I’m sure these pregnancy posts will only get worse, so get used to it). I took test #2, and saw the same results: 2 pink lines. These findings only increased my pacing speed and I’m pretty sure I said “oh shit” about 20 more times. Don’t get me wrong. I was happy…really happy. But at this moment in time, shock was taking over!

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I called Jon and tried to act cool. “Oh hey, it’s me. Umm…where are you?” I said as normal as possible.

“I told you I’d be home in 20 minutes. That was 10 minutes ago.” He said.

“hahahahaha *really-awkard-laugh* oh yea, yea , sorry I’m stupid…okay see you soon! Love you, byyye!” I hung up the phone and commenced pacing and cursing.

Those 10 minutes seemed like hours, and when he finally pulled up, I was so excited I couldn’t stand it. I stood at the door, waiting patiently, with wrapped onesie in hand. He opened the door and I quickly presented him with the gift.

“Here I got you something because I was an asshole.” I knew this was totally believe because I was such an asshole the night before. 

He sat on the couch, unwrapped the present, pulled out the onesie, smiled, looked at me confused and asked “are you pregnant?”

When I replied yes, this was the look I got.

(This still is from the video that I took of the actual event…which I would love to share, but there are more than a few “earmuff” words involved…)

Priceless.

The rest of the night consisted of us running the CVS to get a different kind of pee test JUST to make sure, me taking the test and being even MORE positive this was really happening, Jon telling me about how awesome he played in his game that night (he said I totally stole his thunder), and me not listening to a single thing he said and instead just sitting in shock and disbelief that WE ARE GOING TO HAVE A BABY!