After that, BJ and I started sending private FB messages and text messages to people that we felt deserved to find out before he plastered it all over FB. We went to dinner and our phones kept going off with alerts of congratulations and all the appropriate responses. Of course, some of his friends were picking on him because of his age but he took it in stride. At dinner, I decided to get a crab cake sandwich. I love crab cakes and the picture looked so good. When it was delivered to our table it had the strongest seafood odor I think I’ve ever smelled. I had to sit there a minute and try to get used to it. Then I went to the bathroom to wash my hands and take a deep breath. When I got back to the table I took one tiny piece of the crab off the sandwich and ate it. Big mistake. I couldn’t eat anymore. I thought I was going to get sick. It’s a good thing I was able to eat the majority of the BBQ wings I ordered before the crab cake came out. What a waste of money and food. Oh well…it’s for a good cause, right?
After we got home from dinner our neighbors came over and we all sat outside on the porch talking about everything baby. It was so strange to be so open about being pregnant and talking about daycare and my maternity leave and if we’ve thought of names yet. It was like a foreign language to me. It was one thing to talk about all that within the privacy of my own home but to be so candid about it out in the open was, well, strange. It felt really good, really, really good. At almost 9:00 that night BJ posted on FB that he was having a baby and that his wife is 11 weeks pregnant (2 more days until 11 weeks but close enough, I guess). And the comments and the “likes” came rolling in. I told him not to tag me because I don’t want my work knowing yet. Talk about a bombshell. I’m not sure I was ready for that but what’s done is done. I will not be making a FB announcement.
Wednesday morning came and it was time to call my parents. I had already sent my mother a text and she responded so all that was left was my dad and step-mom. I had butterflies in my belly making the call. They are the only ones that know that we did DE and so I was a little worried about how they might react. We did some small talk about the weather and then I asked if my step-mom was with him and asked him to put me on speaker phone. I told them that BJ and I are having a baby in January. They were very happy and pleased and excited and all the things they should have been. My step-mom got a little emotional which in turn caused me to get a little emotional. I heard something in the background and asked them where they were. They were at the local home improvement store! How funny is that? I’m on speaker phone talking about my pregnancy and anyone walking by can hear me. I thought it was pretty funny. My step-mom said she would be writing me a letter because she was too emotional to talk at that time.
I felt the weight lift off of me after that phone call. And then I felt some dread. What if we have to tell all these people bad news? Everyone is so happy right now and it’s all sunshine and roses and pixie dust. I can’t imagine spreading sad news at this point. I don’t want to let myself imagine it. I’m not living in a dream world, either; I just don’t want to think about the negative. So for now, it’s all positive thoughts. And to help keep my sanity between appointments I have ordered a rental Doppler. It should be here Thursday. I haven’t told BJ yet. Although when I showed it to him online he said he was surprised that I hadn’t ordered it yet…I wouldn’t want to disappoint him.
So the cat is out of the bag and I’m still feeling very pregnant so that is a good sign. Another good sign? I survived a visit to the big baby store without one panic attack. I’ll write more about that another time. Just know that going to the store does not spell the end for baby.