And as promised (only a couple of months tardy), the time I found out I was pregnant with Matt’s and my first…
I was working at my office in downtown Anchorage on Friday, May 10.
I knew I was pregnant. I hadn’t taken a pregnancy test yet, but I just knew.
On Saturday, May 11 I woke up and went to the store and picked up
a two pregnancy tests (4 sticks total). They all came back with double lines ( = pregnant).
I just stared at myself in the mirror for about a minute and then looked at Rider, my pup, smiled and said “well, you’re going to be a big brother.”
Matt called that afternoon. He had summited and was going to head back to Talkeetna (a town that is the last pit stop before leaving for Denali or the first pit stop when returning from the mountain) on Sunday, May 12 (Mother’s Day) and he asked me to pick him up.
I picked him up the next day and Matt looked like a mountaineer; the tan face with lines where his sunglasses and hat protected his skin for almost two weeks. He had a beard and he was happy. He and his team were the first to summit Denali for the season and 2013 also marked the 100th year of mountaineers summiting the “Great One”. I kept my mouth shut about the baby. I wanted him to bask in this amazing accomplishment and I figured I would tell him the good news the next day.
On Monday, May 13 I worked and Matt went to work for a few hours. I had planned on breaking the news to him that evening. I welcomed the distraction of work. I know many women tell their husbands or significant others as soon as the pee stick registers as positive, but unfortunately my husband was literally on top of the tallest peak in North America and I couldn’t call him if I wanted to. For me, a few more days gave me time to think of a way to tell him.
After work I went to pilates. My instructor even asked me if I was feeling alright because I couldn’t breath correctly that evening. I smiled and answered honestly, “no, but I’ll be fine.” I was nervous. I was going to tell my husband that we were expecting a baby. That is heavy ish! Exciting, but how many times does this happen in a lifetime? This is serious stuff to me!
A few weeks before I found out I was pregnant, Matt was looking through our books and mentioned that he didn’t have J.R.R Tolkien’s The Hobbit. He also mentioned that he would need to add that to his collection, especially once he has children so he can read it to them. Soooo…
After pilates I jetted over to the bookstore and picked up a copy of The Hobbit and stuck this little note inside the cover. I had photoshopped the note earlier that day to make it look like the double lines that I saw on the pregnancy test. I made my way home and presented Matt with his gift.
He had not a clue. Absolutely. No. Clue. What. Was. Coming.
Matt opened the book, smiled, and then saw the note. He read it and it took a few moments for it to register. He said, “what?!” and then looked at me. I smiled and said, “yep, I’m pregnant and now you have The Hobbit to read to the baby.”
We hugged. I will always remember that moment…
Well, that’s it. That’s our story. However, when people ask how Matt found out, he usually says something like this, “I had just come off the mountain and Jen told me less than 24 hours after I summited.” As if it’s a bit pathetic on my end to “steal his thunder.” Ha! To which my response is usually super duper sassy where I remind him that I had known I was pregnant for almost three days and I didn’t tell him until a day and a half after I picked him up. I give myself props for holding it in that long…
How did you tell your spouse you were expecting? Do you have any special ways that you would like to spill the beans?
Perhaps when I have another baby, I will wait many days, weeks, or maybe even months to tell Matt since 48 + hours is too soon for him to learn of such news. 😉