My husband and I had been looking forward to starting a family for some time. We have been together for nine years. Once we were married last July 11, 2010, we decided the green light was on...go time! So, we began the very strange emotional process of trying to get a bun cooking in the oven. I started watching the date, marking the calendar, and almost even bought a thermometer to assist us in our attempts. However,we failed miserably, month after month, one "not pregnant" sign after another. It was then that we began to question our ability to even have children. My husband swore that his skateboarding days as a youngster had "ruined" him. And at 31, I feared I was too old. We decided to put the whole process on hold in May and then begin to "try" again in August or September, when it would be better timing for me to take maternity leave (if it worked) as a teacher. The relief with this decision was incredible which lead to many other emotions about whether we were even ready to be parents.
However, soon after we stopped "trying" we received a little surprise. The day of our one year marriage anniversary celebration dinner, I suddenly felt the need to just see...just take one more little test since there was an extra in the cupboard. Women get that funny feeling sometimes. And low and behold it stated "Pregnant" as you can see above. I almost fell off the toilet, sure it was a mistake. I then went to the local Rite Aid and purchased several more tests of different brands to prove this malfunctioning Clearblue test wrong. It couldn't possibly be true. To my dismay, one after another said there was a little Foley in the works! I was in shock...not sure how to feel, nor react, but excited too. We were pregnant!
How to tell my husband? Since we were planning on having a special dinner out on the town that evening to celebrate our one year anniversary, I decided a fun way to tell him would be give him a little "gift." I wrapped up two of the tests in a jewelry box and sealed it with a ribbon. After sitting with the box for some time, I realized that I needed to give it to him the second he walked in the door from work, versus at dinner for two reasons: 1) I couldn't possibly wait any longer and, 2) I felt that he would prefer to hear this news at home versus in a restaurant downtown. I wasn't entirely sure how he would react considering we had stopped "trying." The funny thing is that at first he was so upset that I had gotten him a gift. (We had agreed that a fancy dinner out was our gift to each other.) However, when he opened it up, he was shocked to see the contents, yet thrilled. His eyes were big and his mouth dropped WIDE open. After a very genuine hug of joy, he took the picture below with his phone so he could eventually share the story with our friends and families...
Here is the beginning of the nine month chronicled development of Baby Foley...
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