To tell you how I told Mr. Blue about Baby Blue, I have to back up a bit. As I previously posted, I wanted to tell Mr. Blue in a really special way because he (a) is so very good to me, and (b) his proposal of marriage was so great. I had narrowed my choices down, and decided I definitely wanted to include some kind of special gift that would always remind him of the moment he found out he was a daddy.

I thought about it a lot and started shopping around so I would know what I wanted when the time came. A watch was my chosen item to always remind him of the value of time with his kids, and of the second our lives changed forever. I found one that looked perfect and conveniently happened to be on sale. I decided I wanted to engrave “Daddy” on the back and then add the date of birth of each child we have.

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After I got my very faint, possible BFP, I knew I couldn’t stand to keep such a good secret from Mr. Blue for very long. I texted him and told him I was running late for the happy hour, but would be there soon. I went to the jewelry store, looked at the watch again, and spoke to the saleswoman. I explained that I wanted to have it engraved with the word “Daddy,” but because of time, I would have to bring it back in for that. She asked if it was for my father, so I explained it was for my husband. She suggested maybe just engraving his initials, but I said, “It’s really more of a being a dad thing.” Off she went to ring up the watch, while my mind ran faster than an Olympian asking myself if this was real and what the digital pregnancy test stashed in my purse would reveal.

She came back with the boxed watch and asked, “Is there any chance that you’re telling your husband he’s going to be a dad with this?” I teared up a little and said shyly, “Maybe.”  She actually got pretty emotional and told me what a lovely gesture that was and how she wished she would have done something like that. She proceeded to ask me how I was feeling, tell me that there really is nothing in the world like being a mother, and wish my a healthy pregnancy and easy delivery. I was crying by then, strangely touched by the excitement and caring exhibited by this stranger . . . obviously the hormones raging through my body didn’t help!

Purchase in hand, I scurried to my car and went to the happy hour, where you all know I got digital confirmation that Baby Blue was on the way. As I drove home, I mentally wrote what I wanted to say when I told Mr. Blue. When we got home, he took Blue Dog for a walk, and I frantically set up by hiding the watch and digital test (safely in a Ziploc) by our couch. Last, I set my camera to record me telling him. Unfortunately, I later discovered I had somehow just taken a picture rather than recorded. Big Fat Fail.

When Mr. Blue sat down, I explained that with my granddad’s 94th birthday coming up that weekend, I’d been thinking a lot about the value of time and had written him something.  I started reading and soon had tears rolling down my cheeks:

“In one lifetime, we can build a legacy of love and faith for our children and grandchildren.

In one year, we fell in love and knew we would eventually be a family.

In one month, we moved me from Dallas to here and ended our long distance days.

In one day, you took me skiing, sang an incredibly song, and ask me to marry you.

In one hour, we made a covenant before God to love, honor, and cherish each other till death do us part.

In one minute, you kiss me and tell me you love me every, single day.

And seconds are the most important of all because your life can change in a single second . . . like when your wife tells you that in eight and a half months you’re going to be a daddy.”

When I said “eight and a half months” I could see his face change as he realized what was happening. He yelled, “Really???? Are you serious??” He launched into my arms, then leaped up and literally ran around the house screaming, only to return to tackle me and ask once again if I was really serious. Through laughter and tears, I assured him I was, and he took off around the house again. To understand how out of character this is, you have to know that my beloved is the oh-so-typical first-born, who from birth on think they are an adult who happens to be in a smaller body. He is rational and logical and never reacts with child-like enthusiasm.

I finally got him calmed down enough to say, “Wait, I have presents.” I showed him the test first, and then I gave him the watch and explained I always wanted him to remember the moment he became a daddy and how much a single second can change your life. He loves that he has a tangible reminder (besides the baby itself) of finding out we are on our way to parenthood. Even though we’ve calmed down (slightly), he still talks about how great that moment was. He always insisted he wanted to be there when I tested, but I’m so glad I surprised him with a special announcement.

If only I had the video of the whole thing!  Is it too early to blame pregnancy brain?

Did/would you give your s/o anything when you told them you’re pregnant?