The Day We Found Out
Bryan was pulling files from an old hard drive and found a lovely peek into our past, below. Something he had written nearly 6 years ago.
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My wife called to me from another room. This wasn’t a happy call. Her tone was different. Very different. Crap. What could I have done already? It’s 6:00 in the morning and all I did was walk into the kitchen to make coffee. I am in the kitchen, right?
Please understand – I don’t react well to mornings. Oil and water. Cats and dogs. Catering and Hanibal Lechter. Me and mornings. We just don’t work well together. Never have. I don’t think of this as anything strange, that’s just the way I am. I would get in trouble constantly as a kid because I wasn’t ready to have a conversation with my mom while I tried to eat my Cap’n Crunch. I would sit and stare at the Little Rascals, trying to figure out who I was and how I got there. There was rarely any change in these things, I just never could figure them out for the first hour or so. As I got into my teens and twenties, coffee helped, but is there ever really enough coffee?
Now that I am older and have some semblance of control over my life, I have taken to getting up about an hour before my wife to avoid any human contact until I’m ready for it. This has helped our relationship. A lot. So there I was, trying to separate a single coffee filter from the rest of the defensive herd and I hear her call me from someplace other than here. I look around me. Yep, I’m in the kitchen. Our kitchen. Great! 2 for 2 so far. (The little victories are important.) Crap. Did I forget to get her up in time for work? Time check: 6am. Nope. She doesn’t get up for another hour. Why is she up? Is she up? I shuffle through the house to find out where she is and find her sitting on the floor in the bathroom.
“Is this blue?” she asks, poking a white stick towards me.
It’s a white stick starts to formulate in my head but never gets any farther than that. “Let me see…” I take a close look and see that it is a white stick with two blue lines on it. I look back and forth from the stick to my now very intent wife. STICK WITH BLUE LINES. I’m in the ball park now, but a very intense game is already in progress.
“It’s blue. What does blue mean? It’s blue, right? Is that blue?”
Blue blue blue blue blue red means stop green means go yellow means go blue blue that Singles movie blue blue blue blue blue DIRECTIONS! “Can I see the paper?” I finally mumble as I sit. Aimee hands me a sheet of paper with some tiny little lines of text that must be the directions in 5 different languages. Clear Blue Easy. False advertising. I skim over the sheet and find the little diagrams that I hoped would be there. OK. No blue line means no. Blue line means yes. I look at the stick and see a bright blue line beaming from beneath the blue control line.
“That’s blue.”
The frenzy from there is still a blur for me. All the smiling and jumping and hugging and kissing was just too much for my fogged in mind to process.
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Aww, this one totally gave me warm fuzzies.
I’m with Bryan on the morning thing. I would be so much better off if the world just waited to start till like 10 a.m. Or noon even.
that is so sweet!
Just wonderful — how cool to have this for Declan to read one day!
This was just great, I loved it.
That is so awesome! What a wonderful memento to have uncovered.
that’s so freaking sweet. awww!
My brother is like your husband…so fuzzy in the morning.
I drank so much water the day or two before I took the test (constipated, my first symptom!) that my blue line was barely visible…and yet, there it was.
She’s much more visible now…
Wonderful wonderful memories!
Aw, bless. What a great story for Declan’s scrapbook/memory box! I still remember my blue line moment. The blood went ‘wah wah wah’ in my ears and then I almost hyperventilated and started sobbing. Not nearly as romantic as your story, obviously.
Very sweet and evocative narrative. Thanks Bryan, and thanks Aimee for sharing it.
that is too sweet to read. it’s not often you read a guys’ reaction to finding out he’s going to be a dad. too sweet.
Hey Bryan, I heart you, dude.
He is an AWESOME writer. No. A WICKED AWESOME writer. Don’t get me wrong Aimee, you are too.
So Declan is going to win the Nobel for literature, right?
Funny how I posted my little blue line story yesterday. Seems to be a flurry of blue line tales these days.
Chills all over my freaking body! Hannibal Lector and catering… brilliant!
Wow… that’s Romance. Do you scrapbook? I’m seeing that letter printed and surrounded by a montage of baby photos.
That’s great! (My lines were pink…and only dark enough that crazy people could see them. When I asked my hubby what he saw, he said, “A weird plastic stick?” Upon further prodding, I got him to pretend that he saw the two pink lines, too.) 😉
I love this post. The lines were blue for me, too, but it wasn’t until I actually SAW her that I believed I was having a baby!
blue blue blue. that is really funny.
Awwwww. I’m so glad it has been recovered. What a sweet story.
What he said about sitting and staring at his breakfast.. perhaps my son is also the same way, that he doesn’t do mornings. Then again, he voluntarily wakes up at 5:30 or 6 a.m…
BTW, tagged you!
sweet 😉
Fabulous story, Aimee! And it displays yet one more good reason why everyone should check their old hard drives before purging them. (Sorry… My inner tech geek.)
I was worried about misinterpreting the stick instructions, knowing they’d be nothing but gibberish in the heat of the moment. Thankfully, I was able to find sticks that actually spelled out “pregnant” or “not pregnant.”
And I made Tim pee on a stick, too, just to be sure. 🙂
Oh, that is the sweetest thing I have read in a long time.
Treasure it.
Always.
PS. I have a little something for you today! 🙂
I’ve always told you he’s a keeper
AH
that is awesome that he actually wrote that!!!
Wow.
Your husband is quite the writer, I’ve got to say. Thanks for sharing this!
Awe…that is a sweet blast from the past.
I’m having a hard time leaving a comment because I can’t see through my tears! What a sweet, lovely story. Nice job, hubby!
That was so sweet and so wonderfully written! Thanks for sharing.
ack! that’s adorable! i’m all teary-eyed. but maybe i’m just too sappy and sensitive. 😉
That’s about the coolest thing I’ve ever read. 🙂
What an awesome memory!
That totally made me cry!
so, so sweet
I feel the same way about mornings, they are a necessary evil. Great story from the husband’s perspective. Loved it.
that is seriously wwonderful
Cool story! Love hearing a dad’s perspective on the subject.
WOW!
I can barely get my husband to communicate what he wants for dinner some days (not that I’m going to be the one to make it!)
What a wonderful account of your husband’s perspective on finding out you are pregnant. He’s a great writer!
Omgosh, that was wonderful perspective from the *other* side.
I’m with him on the morning thing, too. Don’t talk to me, don’t look at me, and for goodness sakes, DO. NOT. SMILE. at me.
Unblelievably awesome piece! Wowsers.
I love the way he thinks… I am SO not a morning person and I can totally relate to this post… well, except for the being preggers thing. That was my job. 😉
Wonderful tale.