Pretend Q & A

Please trust me when I tell you that this blog is not going to become all baby, all the time. But I should probably tell you more than just, “I’m pregnant,” right? Maybe? Ok.

Answers to commonly asked questions:

I am due at the beginning of November.

We are going to find out if it is a boy or a girl.

No, we don’t know the gender yet, and we won’t have that doctor’s appointment until probably mid- to late June.

Yes, we were trying.

I haven’t had any weird cravings yet.

First, I was sick almost every morning. Then, I was sick about every other night. Now I am sick most mornings AND most nights.

I took a pregnancy test one morning before work because I had an after-work event with an open bar. My period wasn’t due for two or three days, but I decided to take it anyway, even though if it had been negative there was still a chance I was pregnant so I shouldn’t drink either way. I guess I just really wanted to take the test, ok? I took it, and there was a super faint line indicating that I was pregnant. The line was so faint that I thought it might be the marker to show you where the line would show up if you were pregnant. I told myself that I wasn’t pregnant, but I am not sure whether I believed myself or not. I didn’t drink at the event just in case. Two days later, I took another test, and the line was super dark and practically shouted YOU ARE PREGNANT. It was like 4 am (I was having sleep issues that week), so I just put the test by H’s sink in the bathroom so that he would see it when he woke up.

You may remember that I had bronchitis and a sinus infection at the time. I snored really loudly, I woke up a lot to blow my nose, and I was generally not a very good person to share a bed with. After I took the test, I got back in bed and blew my nose, and H threw a fit about how loud and horrible I was. When he was done yelling, he got up and went to the guest room. [Sweetest baby announcement story ever!] I couldn’t go back to sleep, so I just laid in bed for a few hours. I heard H rustling around at some point, so I went in to the guest room. I told H that there was a problem in our bathroom and I needed him to look at it. H said, “What? Did you clog up the toilet?” [ Our baby will love to hear this romantic tale some day!] I said yes. So H went to the master bathroom and looked at the toilet and then looked at me like I was crazy because there was nothing wrong with it. I told him to look at his sink. He saw the test, and he just stared at it for about 10 seconds with his mouth open. Then he stared at me for a few seconds before tearing up and giving me a big hug.

H has definitely been the baby crazy one in our relationship. He has been wanting to be a father for a long time, pretty much since we started dating six and a half years ago. I tease him a lot and write about the insensitive-ish things he does, but I am so excited to see him become a dad.