From Bump to Baby

Announcing Your Pregnancy

 How did you announce your pregnancy? (Or have you?) To share the happy news with your hubby, did you cook a whole dinner with baby-themed foods? You know – baby back ribs, a side of cooked baby carrots, a tossed salad topped with tomatoes and baby corn, and for dessert -baby bundt cake. All in hopes he’d get the hint?

Or, did you drag your husband out of bed in the wee hours of the morning to stand in the bathroom – right there with you – while you waited those anxious three minutes for the pregnancy test to show its results?

Maybe you’re a gift giver. You got that hat made, or that shirt designed, or those personalized M&M’s made.

Or, perhaps this is all much too boring, and you’re the rent-the-big-stork kind of gal, that says “Welcome Home,  Daddy” – for not only hubby to see but also the whole neighborhood.

Well, obviously there’s no right or wrong way to announce you’re pregnant. You can be as straightforward or creative as you want to be. Just keep in mind, that it will be a moment you’ll likely remember for the rest of your life.

Also keep in mind, it might not go as planned. Two cases in point:

Case in Point #1

We found out we were pregnant with our second baby the week before Dylan and I were to fly home and visit family for a week. “Perfect timing!” I thought. I placed a rush order for a t-shirt for Dylan that said “Big Brother In Training,” put it on him, and boarded the plane to South Dakota. My Dad picked us up at the airport. I gave him a hug, then backed out of the way for him to get a glance at his grandson. Or, more importantly, the t-shirt he was wearing. But the glance didn’t occur.

“That’s ok,” I thought. “We’ve got a 3 hour drive ahead of us, sure to include stops where he will notice. He’s a pretty observant guy.”

Except on that day. 2 hours into the trip, a McDonalds stop occurs. “Ok, this is it,” I thought. We get out, we eat, we watch Dylan climb and play around the restaurant. And….we get back in the car.

Finally, my impatience rises to the surface. While on the home stretch of our travels I say, “Dad, did you notice Dylan’s t-shirt?” He replies that he saw something or other about training.

Ah, well. I share the news verbally (which is met with much excitement) and bank on the next relative that will see it – Mom.

We arrive home, and I do the same hug-and-move-out-of-the-way move. Dylan gets a big hug…and an invitation to go play with Grandma. “Good,” I think. She’ll have plenty of time to notice. I get settled in, with one ear perked open to hear a shriek of excitement come from Grandma from the playroom. It never happens.

Soon, more family arrives. My brother, his wife, and their 5 kids. Which of course yielded more chaos than observing.

More relatives arrive – my grandpa, grandma, uncle and his girlfriend. Diane. We pray, we eat, and, thankfully, we converse. And in conversing, Diane says, “So, Kim, when are you due?”

“Finally!” I say. I share the news excitedly while simultaneously regretting the $16 I spent on that t-shirt. No, it did not go as planned. But yes, there is a story to tell.

Case in Point #2

Now, fast forward to July 12, 2013. It is our multi-family garage sale – opening day –  and we are hosting. A dream that I took a positive pregnancy test wakes me up at 5:30 am. Bleary-eyed, I remember that I AM to take a pregnancy test that morning, and walk to the bathroom. I watch in utter shock as the test reads positive. (Our journey of getting pregnant has been very difficult in the past.)

My mind is going. We host a garage sale in 2 hours. Neighbors are coming to set up in one hour! Do I tell Marc immediately? Or do I hold in my secret all day in order to cook that baby-themed meal tonight? In the end, another idea came.

At 6:15, I went in to wake Marc. “Hon?”…. “Yes?”…. “I know what I’m going to do with our garage sale proceeds.”….. “What’s that?”….. “Buy another crib.”….. “Hmm. I am very tired. I was up with Dylan at 4 am. I’m going to go back to sleep.”

Well,  that didn’t go as planned.

Neighbors arrive to help set up. Shoppers start to appear. It’s a busy start. An hour later, I head back inside. Marc is beginning to get moving for the day.

I rehash the idea of what to do with the garage sale proceeds, and it is once again not met with my desired response.

“Why would we need another crib? Are you not happy with the one Elliana is in? Do you want a different color?”

I am thinking, “Get there faster, Marc!”

Finally, he does. “No way. You’re kidding me…..” and the rejoicing begins.

A Happy Ending

All this to say, you will always have a memory and a story, if nothing else, of how you delivered the news.

I will end on a more successful note now –

To announce it to Grandma and Nana this time around, I ordered a fabulous product off of Etsy that was so tastefully done that I just have to recommend it.

Or, if you’re looking for other creative ways to announce your pregnancy to your husband, parents, siblings or close friends, here are a few links to check out:


Or, my personal favorites – stage the following pics and send to Grandpa and Grandma in the mail.

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