Anyone who knows me personally, knows how horrible I am at keeping secrets, especially from my family. That’s why it was so odd I never had the slightest urge to tell any family members we were expecting during our last pregnancy. I had a feeling something was wrong from the beginning and didn’t want them to celebrate something that I knew deep down was not going to end well. Even though I had my freak out moments during this pregnancy, I still knew it was going to be okay (*knock on wood*) and wanted to share the news as soon as we had the eight week ultrasound.
I actually told my sister first, well before the eight week ultrasound. We were at Disney for my birthday and were waiting to ride the Seven Dwarfs Mine Train via a child swap ticket (my parents were riding it while Kelly and I waited with Owen on the outside). I turned to her and told her I was going to go in with her, but I wasn’t going to ride it.
“Because I think I’m 6 weeks pregnant.”
She went crazy and then leaned in so Owen could say hi to his future cousin aka my belly.
We told my parents next. We had actually hoped to tell my parents and Derek’s parents at the same time, but they just weren’t getting the hint that we had big news to share. We invited both sets of parents to the Strawberry Festival in Plant City, but his parents weren’t able to go. We then offered to hand deliver some fresh strawberries after the festival, but they declined letting us know they were already well stocked with berries from Publix. Sigh. At least we tried.
I printed out a photo of the eight week ultrasound, then put it in a card with a note reading, “Say hello to Baby R! Arriving October 2015!” I then put the card in my bag and walked around the entire festival with it there. Derek kept nudging me, but the festival was loud and crowded and it just never felt like there was a right moment to pull it out.
We finally decided to leave for lunch and I knew I had my moment. We placed our orders and my mom casually asked, “What’s new with you guys?” Well, actually… that’s the moment I pulled out the card and my mom exclaimed “I WAS WAITING FOR THIS!” They were both ecstatic and couldn’t wait to take us shopping for maternity clothes and baby things. Gotta love them.
Derek’s parents left to visit his brother in Maryland the following week, and it was still another week or two after that before we were finally able to connect. We eventually nailed down dinner plans together and I made the same card I had for my parents, with the ultrasound photo and the note explaining Baby R was on its way. Derek gave the note to his mom while she was in the kitchen and it took her about 30 seconds to grasp what it meant. She then let out a big gasp of congrats and, again, mentioned how she was waiting for some big news.
We try to have breakfast with Derek’s grandparents every other month. That month’s breakfast also included Derek’s parents and his aunt. Since the ultrasound-in-the-card presentation was going so well, I decided to put one more together for Derek’s grandparents. We presented the card after everyone ordered and I’m so glad my mother-in-law was able to take a photo to capture the moment. It’s the only photo I have of any family member’s reaction and, needless to say, it’s priceless.
Derek’s Nana couldn’t wait to tell one of her oldest friends, apparently the friend is going to be very jealous that Nana is going to have two great grandchildren and the friend has none. I about died laughing when sweet, little Nana told me that story. Apparently gentle competition between friends never dies.
I’m pretty sure Derek told his brother the news almost as soon as he had the news to share. They’re extremely close and are texting each other all day, every day. I wouldn’t have expected anything less.
We told my younger brother and sister-in-law after the 12 week ultrasound via Facetime. They were visiting my parents, and my mom was busting at the seams needing to tell them so she could have someone to talk to about it. My mom awkwardly forced the iPad in their hands exclaiming, “Meghann, don’t you have something you wanted to show your brother?” Then her eyes got real big and she started gesturing her head towards my brother. It took me a minute to pull out the ultrasound photo on my phone, so by the time I did, they pretty much knew what was happening.
My twin brother was the last of the immediate family members to know. I felt terrible because just a month prior he had texted me asking how our baby plans were going, since he knew if we got pregnant before X date that we wouldn’t be able to attend his wedding in Hawaii. I flat out lied to him and told him I had no news to share. I don’t know why I didn’t just use that moment as a chance to say something.
I Facetimed Josh the Friday before Easter and told him the news. He was excited, but you could definitely tell that he was a little upset when he realized that an October 7th due date meant I wouldn’t be able to travel to Hawaii in September. It still brings tears to my eyes knowing I’m going to miss my twin brother’s wedding. I’ll be about 36 weeks at that point and have been told by my doctor that I can’t travel after 34 weeks, especially somewhere as far as Hawaii. However, Derek will still be attending (he’s a groomsman). I’m hoping we can find a way that someone can skype me in.
We told the rest of my extended family on Easter Sunday, then made our public announcement via Facebook a few days later. There were also a few close friends I’ve told at various points through the pregnancy – some super close ones knew before Derek did!
I only wish I had more photos of people’s faces when we told them, but I guess Derek and I will just have to keep those happy memories to ourselves. They’re memories that will always make me smile.