My cousin recently emailed me the good news that she is pregnant. She had her first visit with her doctor and had an ultrasound. She wrote:
I would ask Roger to scan the ultrasound picture and send it to you guys but he’s carrying it around and looking at it every five minutes.
What an endearing story about her husband! It makes me giddy just thinking about it. So I sit here now trying to recall my husband’s reaction when we found out we were pregnant the first time. We were definitely both in shock because we didn’t realize that it would happen so fast. We were anxious to see the doctor, but I think we had to wait until we were 8 or 9 weeks pregnant. It’s so frustrating because as “newbies,” we just didn’t know what to do with ourselves. And there were just so many questions: Am I really pregnant? Do we tell our friends and family? Do we keep quiet? Oh, no… I just had a pitcher of margaritas last night! Will that affect the baby?!
As an intelligent woman, I started reading pregnancy books since it was going to be at least a month before I saw my obstetrician. I needed to research and know more (at least to keep my sanity). At 12-13 weeks, it was time to put the blessed doppler on my belly to hear the heartbeat for the first time. I knew from my research, that it is common not to hear the heartbeat at this stage because the fetus is so small. Well, I sort of forgot to mention that bit to my husband. I watched his face go pale while his forehead collected beads of sweat. Oops! My obstetrician picked him up off the ground, explained to him that everything was going to be okay, and walked us both to the next room where the ultrasound machine was housed. Behold… We have a heartbeat!
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My husband thought our two daughters (4 and 1 1/2) were the perfect number for this world that is “made for a family of 4.” When I found out I was pregnant a 3rd time, I was shocked. When he got home from work, I had my younger daughter wear her older sister’s shirt that stated, “I’m the BIG sister.” She also held a sign written in blue and pink that read, “Guess what?” After several minutes, I finally pointed out the t-shirt and sign, while hiding in another room. His eventual response? He “lovingly” turned to me and said, “You’re lying.” Our 3rd (and final?) child arrived on Father’s Day…just to make a point to Daddy!
Great story, Stephanie! Thanks for sharing. Do let us know if a fourth one comes along. 🙂