First things first... "Denise, is that your wedding dress?" Hehe. Yes, it is. We started clearing out the spare bedroom (which will now be the nursery), and my wedding dress was still hanging in that closet. I have no idea where I will store it going forward, but something made me want to jump back into that lacie frock and spin around. So that's just what I did.
This was an exciting week for me and my little embryo. For starters, Baby Duffin is finally starting to take the shape of a baby. There are all of these apps you can download on your iPad to follow along with the growth of your baby. You see exactly what they look like at each stage. Well, up until week 8, my little love looked more like a snail or some other sea dwelling creature… but now, he/she is actually kinda cute!
This was also the week where I made my most exciting announcement of all - telling my best friends the news. I had every intention of telling them on New Years Eve but I just never found the right moment. It turns out I get really nervous every time I try to say the words “I’m pregnant!” out loud. So with all of the other distractions of New Years Eve, it was easy to just clam up and wait for a different opportunity in the future.
You may be wondering “Why would telling your friends be more exciting than telling your parents?” Well, that’s a great question and here’s a little bit of the back story. As you may recall, Bobby and I tried for 2.5 years before successfully conceiving our child. And as a group of newly married girls who get together on a weekly basis to hang out and catch up, you’d better believe that they knew from day one that the “trying” began. As the months and years passed these girls were the only ones I shared our struggle with. A few things were mentioned to our parents along the way… but overall, I just didn’t want to worry them with the fact that we might never give them a grandchild. So these ladies were the listening ears and the hugging arms and the supportive words that surrounded me during this sometimes scary and sometimes sad period of time. It got a little trickier (I’m sure for all of us) when one by one, they all became pregnant themselves within a span of 6 months. It’s not easy to walk through baby stores or maternity stores or attend baby showers when your heart is aching for a child of your own. But let’s be real. These are my BEST friends and how could I be anything but overjoyed for them and the exciting changes happening in their lives. And conversely, on their side of the fence, how much would it suck to feel like you had to tip-toe around joyous topics of conversation in order to be sensitive to your one “unpregnant” friend? My hope of all hopes is that I never made any of them feel that way.
But the bottom line is - I knew these girls wanted this for me just as badly as I wanted it for myself. That’s why I knew that telling them the good news would be as big of deal as when I first found out with my husband. And they did NOT disappoint. :)
I started off slow by telling our out-of-town bestie, Jen, via a Google Chat conversation. Typing the words is much easier for me than getting my choked up voice to work. Well, she knew the magnitude of emotions that would unfold as I told the other girls, and wanted to witness it all. So we made a plan to Facetime her in to our weekly Girls Night under the guise that she wanted to discuss some wedding stuff. Jen, our bride-to-be, is getting hitched in February. We passed around the iPhone and gave everyone a chance to say their hellos to Jen and show off their adorable growing babies to her. Meanwhile, I am sneakily setting up my video camera in the corner of the room. I finally feel as though I’m ready to tell all of the girls that I’m pregnant, so I hit what I thought was the record button on my remote control, but in fact just ended up shutting the camera completely off. I really fudged that whole thing up. Plus, Brianne spotted the video camera and was like “Denise, are you recording us? That is weird. What is going on?” So at this point I am frazzled and everyone is starting to say their good-byes to Jen. She is freaking out because she’s on this Facetime call for one reason, and one reason only… and I STILL haven’t spilled the beans. So the two of us are in a fit of giggles and she is telling me to get on with it already - through gritted teeth. And that’s where we pick up with this video. (Jen saved the day by recording what she saw on Facetime) Sorry for the poor camera work on my part -- my hands were shaking like crazy.
Dara’s baby took an extra long nap this day so she was not present… but we all called her together afterward to let her know. She cried too. :)
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