So I should probably start off with a disclaimer. Despite having lots of letters after our names (Nicki – CPA, Luke – CEBS, PHR, CMS, GBA) and being pretty good at googling/searching WebMD, we’re not doctors. This whole experience has been quite the biology lesson for us, but we’re learning.
Anyhow, here’s our story… Luke and I agreed about 2 weeks into dating that we both wanted to have kids one day. 7 years later, the time was finally right. We didn’t want to have a baby before I made manager and I really didn’t want to be super pregnant during busy season, so we had about a 4 month window to aim for.
By month 4 the pressure was on. Armed with a fertility monitor provided by a friend, I followed all the rules and was sure that this month we just couldn’t go wrong.
I had grand plans for how I would tell Luke we were having a baby and how we would celebrate while in Kansas City for friend’s wedding. I was pumped. I had a business trip to Florida the week before and after the KC trip, so I made sure to bring along pregnancy tests. All over the label it said things like “tells you 6 days before your missed period” and “unsurpassed accuracy.” I was sold on it.
So 5 days before, I excitedly took the test and was very quickly let down. I thought to myself “well maybe once I get closer it’ll work…surely that’s not right.” So the day my monthly frienemy was missing I gave it another shot. Same result as the first one – so at this point I’m hormonal and very disappointed. Instead of celebrating that weekend, poor Luke tried to comfort me.
Back to Florida I went. Monday night I went out to dinner with some of my co-workers. On the way back to the hotel the girl driving me innocently asked “So are you having babies anytime soon? If I were married, I would definitely want babies…”
I reluctantly went to the drug store that night and bought a couple more tests. I kept thinking of the quote “Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.” But I figured it was worth one more try even though I was pretty pessimistic about what the results would be.
The next morning I took the test. I was so sure it was going to be negative that I just left it on the counter and went back to bed (very different from excitedly watching it waiting for a response like I had done the prior week). A little while later I went back and checked it – this one was digital and very clearly read “Pregnant.” I stared at it in disbelief for a few minutes and then ran to my computer to try to figure out my due date (yes, I realize I’m an accountant…) My due date is 12/22 which happens to be Luke’s birthday.
I really didn’t want to tell Luke over the phone, so it was extremely hard trying to keep it from him for the next few days. I bought a onesie that said “I love my daddy” and wrapped it in birthday paper and gave it to Luke as an early birthday present when I got home. He opened it and then kept looking back and forth between me and the onesie and wasn’t saying anything. He eventually asked “So are you….?” He later explained that he was really confused because of the prior weekend when I was so sure I wasn’t pregnant. After that, why would I give him a onesie? After clearing up the confusion, he told me he had a gift for me as well and grabbed a wrapped present from the top of the closet (well above my reach). It was in Christmas paper, so he had been prepared for a while. It was 2 baby books – one was to prepare the dad-to-be and the other was for the mom-to-be. It really took me by surprise, I hadn’t expected him to have thought about it enough to go book shopping – it was really sweet.
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