The Hubs finally got home last night after his trip, and as soon as he got in the door, I gave him his gift. Here’s a pic of the things I gave him:
He opened the first item – the Daddy’s Little Tax Deduction onesie, and just looked confused. Then I shouted “I’m pregnant.” He was surprised, because he had told me to wait until today’s blood test, but seriously, does he know me? Why would I wait, just because he said I should??? I had envisioned the two of us jumping up and down or something in excitement, but I think in my head, he was a thirteen year old girl, and I forgot that he is a reasonable, pragmatic kind of guy. For once in our lives, I’m now the optimist and he’s the pessimist. He kept saying, “It’s too early to get excited.” Which he’s right of course, but I really want to be positive about this! I really feel much better about this than I did the last one, simply because of the date the HPT went positive!!! So I’ve decided I’m going to continue to be positive, and he can do the worrying for both of us.
But of course, what he said has sunk in a little, and now I’m worrying… a bit. I really hope the beta numbers come back today super high…
Oh, and how am I going to make it through this weekend? We’re leaving this afternoon for Denver to see our family and friends, and we have events scheduled every day – at bars! Normally I partake in the beverages just as much as anyone, so it will be interesting trying to hide the fact that I’m not drinking. I need to come up with a good excuse – any suggestions? The Hubs is definitely not ready to tell anyone, but if it were up to me, I’d yell it to all my friends! Maybe it’s a good thing he’s being a pessimist… Although, I’d be willing to bet a LOT of money that he will tell someone, like his BF, or his mother, this weekend.