Sunday, July 14, 2019: I stood in the bathroom with a very wide open mouth. I stood there in complete shock. There was no questioning such as, "maybe the results are wrong." I mean, that thing showed two lines the second I peed on it. So, I finally made my way out of the bathroom to find Joe. He walked into the kitchen where I was standing and said, "you're pregnant aren't you?" All I could do was shake my head yes. Instantly he swarmed me with a big hug. Then, he ushered me over to the couch and told me I needed to sit down and put my feet up. I let him lead the way as I was still in blind shock. I sat there trying to comprehend the biggest moment of my life. How does one wrap their head around creating a human being? As I sat there trying to comprehend, Joe began to clean like a mad man. Like he instantly went into "nesting mode" for a minute there. He told me to just sit there and while I did, I watched him run around sweeping and starting one task after another. I'll always think back on that reaction with a smile. Instantly he shifted to, take care of my wife and my baby, then make sure everything is clean.
As for me, when it finally sunk in that I was pregnant, the first thing on my mind was telling my family. I could NOT wait to tell my mom, dad, and sisters. Well, I did wait. I waited 36 years to be able to make this announcement and finally the time had come.
I was determined that my mother would be the first person to know. She has dementia and I didn't know how much she would be able to comprehend what I was telling her but, the week before, we were on the phone and out of the blue she said, "Tara, you're pregnant." I chalked the comment up to just another crazy thing she says but, dementia or not, my mom knew before me that I was carrying a baby.
Waiting for her to get home from church to call her felt like an eternity. When I finally told her, she was thrilled. She comprehended exactly what I was telling her and was so happy for me. I promptly got off the phone with the parents and called my sisters. Telling them was the funnest part. Dessa started screaming and Grace started crying.
Later that day, still in a complete haze of shock, I went swimming like I did every day. I look back on that day and it's as if I was having this out of body experience. Going through the motions of a typical Sunday; however, seeing nothing but a blinking sign in front me saying, "baby, baby, you're going to have a baby."
Us on our way to Texas Road House to celebrate
That morning, in just one moment and with just one extra line on that test, our whole lives changed instantly. We were going to become parents.
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