Friday, March 10, 2006

Flashback Friday

It's time for a Flashback Friday story. Tell how you broke the news that you were pregnant. Well, three babies, three pregnancies to choose from. I'll mimic Theresa and do a rundown of all three pregnancies.

It was 1995 and my ex and I had tried for about a year to get pregnant and nothing was working. We decided to quit trying because I had just started a new job and his ship was set to leave for 6 months December of that year. We figured that a pregnancy at that time would pretty much guarantee he would be gone when I had the baby.

About a month later I found out I was pregnant and my due date was December 15th. Ex's ship was underway at that time so he found out when he was finally able to call home. He was doing laundry on base when he called and instead of buying everyone a celebratory drink he paid for a load of wash for everyone. I called my mom right after I told my ex and let her in on the good news. She was thrilled and my granny was thrilled and even told me it was about time I produced a great-grandchild for her. The OutLaws said oh, ok. That was it. Nothing else until about a month before I had him.

My ex put in to stay home during the first part of his 6 month cruise. He asked if he could meet the ship in Hong Kong about a month after it left. That month would give plenty of time for me to have the baby, come home, and get settled in before he left. He came home a week before he was set to leave and said his request was denied so he'd have to leave with the ship. I was so thankful my mom had already planned to come out to California to stay with me for awhile.

The ship left on a Wednesday, my mom showed up that Sunday, and I had Ethan on Tuesday, December 13th, 1995. My ex was given the choice to either stay with the ship for the whole 6 months or leave it 3 weeks early when they arrived back in Hawaii near the end of the tour. He chose to come home early and meet his son, who was about 5 months old by then. And the week that followed was spent closed up in our apartment, just the three of us. We had friends drop by but would leave only after a few minutes, not wanting to intrude on us catching up. Ahem, yep, or maybe it was because my ex had no manners and asked them to leave. He never really realized what he was doing was rude. Oh well. We were quite busy the first couple weeks he was home but made sure to use protection. I was still nursing Ethan and hadn't started my monthly friend yet.

A couple of months after he got home I realized I was pregnant again. Very unexpected and unplanned because we were in serious talks about divorcing. We had started sleeping in separate bedrooms about a month after he got home. We were both surprised but decided to try and went to a few marriage counseling sessions on base before he got fed up with it and quit. I tried hard to be the "good little" wife and make him happy and stayed because I was pregnant.

When I called to tell my mom about this pregnancy she asked if I knew what caused that kind of thing. :) I made my ex tell his parents. Was that mean?

A couple of the condoms broke but we thought we had caught it in time, apparently not! Emma's due date was April 9th, 1997 and the impatient little booger couldn't wait that long and made her appearance a month early, March 9th, 1997.

My ex and I divorced November of 1999 and I met Scott in 2002.

We knew that we wanted to have a baby together and made a joint decision for me to quit taking the Pill when we got home from our honeymoon.

We got home from our honeymoon March 8th, 2003 and and I quit taking the pill at the end of the cycle. I really didn't expect to get pregnant right away and we actually forgot about it for a couple months because my uncle died from a massive heart attack and we had to make a quick trip to Phoenix to go to his funeral.

Life got back to normal a couple weeks after we got back and one June weekend I headed out the door to go play softball with my church co-ed league. I felt just fine when I left and in the 5 minutes it took to drive to the field my stomach got queasy. The first inning I was up to bat and there were already 2 outs. I struck out and then ran behind the dugout and threw up. I grabbed my stuff, told the others I was going home because I was ill, and got the kids in the car to head home.

I got home and took a nap and felt better and didn't think anything of it until a couple weeks later at my company picnic. I didn't get sick, in fact I felt great, but the thought quickly ran through my mind that my period was late. Only a few days but I hoped I wouldn't start at the picnic.

Another week went by and no period. I thought it was possible, maybe I was pregnant, so I bought a test and peed on the stick. I found out I was definitely pregnant July 3, 2003. You might be wondering how I remember that exact date. July 3rd is my birthday and it was the best gift I've received for a birthday in years!

My mom received a third call to let her know she will be a grandma for the third time. I could have told her in person considering we lived in the same house but I wanted to keep with tradition and plus I couldn't hold it in anymore.

Scott called his parents to tell them the good news. He was sitting at the computer and I was laying on the bed all giggly and happy. When Scott told them I was having another grandbaby for them to spoil I could hear his mom's scream all the way across the room.

So......... those are my not-so-exciting stories on breaking the news about having babies. I had always wanted to do something cutsie to let my husband and family know I was pregnant but I never did. That's ok because I'm really not a cutsie type of person.

Boring I know but I'm just not in the mood to write today. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.

I'll write up on Emma's birthday after the party tonight. I'm taking four 9 year old girls and a 14 year old girl out to dinner and then to see Aquamarine. I'm a little scared!

Chocolatism: Between all the special interest groups in this country, almost everything has been or will be banned, regulated or heavily taxed. Chocolate could be next!


Karin said...

Well I'm glad your current in-laws were a little more excited about the news! Good luck with all those girls! :)

Walker said...

I don't think its boring.
There is sex.
Drama and throwing up.
All action and it has a happy ending.

Theresa said...

What do you mean those aren't exciting stories? Every "I'm pregnant" story is thrilling! :)