I'm not quite sure what it is, but no matter what age you are, telling your parents you're pregnant is like saying, "Guess what? Brian and I had some really great sex 2 - 3 weeks ago!" I feel the need to tell you Brian and I are not married. We've been together for a year and a half, we live in sin, and we will get married. But, unlike an, "oops, honey, you're going to be a Daddy," moment, he and I discussed having kids before we got married. I know, not very traditional, but we're not getting any younger, either. I'm 33 and will be 34 in a month and a half, and Brian is 38. We didn't watch MTV's 16 and Pregnant and think, "Wow, wouldn't it be cool to have a kid?" We had some very long discussions over long periods of time and we just knew the time was right. Brian's been saving for a ring. I even sent him the website of the actual wedding set I would like. And, I posted the picture of it as his background on his laptop. Subtle, I know. We're also doing a Total Money Makeover (read Dave Ramsey's book of the same title), and this is our first month into it. I guess now I'm going to have to adjust the budget a bit for the butter bean (aka. baby).
Oh, so back to telling the parents. Believe it or not, parents on both sides have been asking when they're going to get a grandbaby. It's not that this will be their first; it will be the fourth on my side and the second on Brian's side. Given that I had a doctor appointment anyway the day after "the faint pink line," I figured I'd have them run a confirmation of pregnancy test ... as Brian put it, "just to make sure." You remember what I told you about him missing health class the day of female reproduction, right? It was kind of like, "the faint pink line" could just mean you're mostly pregnant, but not fully pregnant. I love that man! I got the thumbs up from the doc and went over to Carters to see what I could find. I was looking for anything with "Grandma" and "Grandpa" on it and found some really cute bibs. (Don't worry, Dave Ramsey, I used my blow money. Plus, they were 70% off)! I got four bibs total, one for each grandparent. When Brian got home from work, we had dinner ready for everyone and had my mom and Fitz sit down at the table. I told them that I know it's been stressful for them to live with me for the past year and a half, and since this is one of the last dinners we'd have before they moved into their own place, we wanted to give them a housewarming gift to help make the transition a bit easier. They both opened their gift and my mom just looked at it and said, "Uh, this is a bib. Fitz, what'd you get? Wait. ARE YOU PREGNANT!!! OH MY GOD, YOU'RE PREGNANT!!! OH MY GOD!!!!" Really. I'm not overstating by using caps or multiple exclamation points here. In fact, if I could put the octave reached between the tears of joy and jumping up and down, I would. It was amazing. Fitz, ever so reserved, also got in some, "Oh, my goodness! This is great news! Congratulations, you two! You'll make great parents!" Then, we sat down to a nice dinner where we answered questions like, "So, when are you due? When's the wedding? When did you find out?" It was a great night.
The next night, we took Brian's parents out to dinner at Logan's Steakhouse. I picked Brian up at work and we ran into his sister. Brian decided to go ahead and tell her there in the parking lot. She was so excited, she was crying, saying, "Really!! Oh my God!! Gianna's going to have a playmate! You're pregnant! Wow! Oh my God! I'm so excited for you! Congratulations!" Ok, Brian, practice run is over. Let's tell your parents...
He essentially followed the same scripting as the night before for his parents. His Dad opened the gift first and looked at it, saying, "Oh, I think this is for Gianna," (note: Gianna is three and it was a newborn bib). Then he looked over at his wife as she was opening hers and said, "Oh, wait. I think I get it. You're pregnant?" That's all it took for more tears of joy, more bear hugs, more congratulations, more smiles, you name it. We had a really great dinner and even better conversation. After dinner, Brian called his grandmother and told his brother the news as well. All were very excited for the news and we were elated. Of course, the question of a wedding was brought up again and, although I had thrown around October, the reality of stress started sinking in and I told Brian that I don't know if I could handle the stress of a wedding and being pregnant at the same time. You know what he told me? "Baby, I'll handle everything. You just focus on growing our child." Have I mentioned that I love that man?
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