So Sunday evening, while feeling terribly run down, especially dramatic and emotionally crazy, we headed to dinner and a movie with my fam (Our Christmas Eve Eve Tradition). I LOVE dinner and I LOVE movies. Yet something just wasn't right. After eating a small portion of my salad, I felt like I just polished off a 72 oz. steak. Literally felt like I was going to vom. As I was trying to talk myself out of puking, I realized how ridiculously tired I was. Like debating not even making through a 7 o'clock movie tired. After a few minutes of thinking I'd be doomed with the flu for Christmas, I remembered I was supposed to get my period that day, and I didn't. So I made Jef stop quick at Walgreen's so I could grab a Pregnancy Test. That night, I started experiencing the most stereotypical period cramps one could get, so I told Jef, and myself, that there was no way I could be pregnant because I knew what these cramps meant Mother Nature had in store for me.
The next morning I woke up at 7:30 because I just had to pee sooo bad. But then I remembered about the tests I bought the night before. There was still no period to be found, so I thought, what the hell? So I grabbed one of the sticks, peed on it, and walked away for a few minutes. As I returned, I peeked at the test...the word PREGNANT was sitting on the screen. I literally couldn't believe it. I started to tear up as my future life flashed before my eyes. I was PREGNANT!!!
I sat by myself on our cozy couch staring at our Christmas Tree while I let it all soak in. I was going to be a mom! Jef was going to be a dad! We were finally starting that family we had both talked about so many times. I couldn't wait to tell Jef, all I wanted to do was run into our bedroom, shake him uncontrollably til he woke, and then tell him the news!!! But then I remembered all of the cute ways you could tell your husband you were pregnant. Should I go find a shirt that says something tacky like Number 1 Dad? Or should I run to the local bookstore to find a cute book? Or should I be annoying and go buy a bunch of blue and pink balloons and shove them all in a box and confuse the shit out of him?
Then as I thought long and hard, I laid my eyes on my chalkboard I made for our Christmas Attire Gone Wrong (But so Right) Party. I then thought how fun it would be to wrap that sucker up and give it to Jef for Christmas. So I quick grabbed my chalk and went to town on the board before he woke up. I then wrapped it in like three obnoxious layers of cheap wrapping paper that kept ripping and hid it behind the tree.
After he woke up, I told him I had a Christmas Present that he should open early. He of course was super pumped to do me the favor and open it asap. As he ripped the paper off, he SLOWLY read the words on the board. Then he sat there and processed for the longest three seconds of my life, and then yelled, "No way!!!" followed by, "Are you joking?" No, Jef, I am not joking, we are having a baby. He then made me take another test and then got really excited and insisted we tell everyone. As I tried to explain to him that I was literally only four weeks pregnant and it was just too soon to announce our news, he was adamant he call his best friend. How do you say no to a guy that's so cute and excited?
And so...my first baby chalkboard
Wording inspired by Little Baby Garvin