By Jeana Lee Tahnk
I love hearing those adorable stories about the super inventive waysin which women tell their husbands they are pregnant. You know, the onesin which someone cooks an entire meal of "baby" items such as baby backribs, baby carrots and baby pearl onions. Or those that involveintricate presents or cakes or scavenger hunts. So creative andthoughtful. The way I told my husband was ... actually nothing likethat.
There was such an element of surprise to each pregnancy (even thoughwe tried for all three) that my first reaction was to rush intowhichever room he was in and just blurt it out. There were no coy hints,no handcrafted notes and definitely no baby carrots.
I found out I was pregnant with my third child on New Year's Eve. Wehad been trying for a few months and it had become a routine to wait,wait, test and wait. You know how it is when you're in "trying" mode -you're either waiting to try or waiting to see if what you tried worked.
Very early that morning, I walked to the bathroom with pregnancy teststick in hand, thinking it probably would be negative, but of coursehoping it wasn't. When that very faint positive line showed up, Icouldn't believe my eyes. My first instinct was to run into the bedroomand say, "It's positive!"
Never mind that it was 6:30 in the morning and my husband was asleep.His, "Wha ... huh?" reaction was definitely warranted, but a few moreshakes of the stick in his face and my, "It's positive!" exclamationsdefinitely aroused him from his slumber.
We shared hugs, laughs, tears and then of course, flashes of reality: Whoa, we're going to have THREE kids. It was a great way to end the year and an even greater way to begin a new one.
So even though I didn't plan out something elaborate - or anything atall, for that matter - I will always remember that moment with allthree pregnancies, seeing that line on the stick and rushing in to breakthe news. In those moments, nothing else mattered but my husband andme, and the beautiful family we were creating.