Kyle and I were in Hampton for Christmas and I’d been thinking that a pregnancy test was probably in order for a few days, at that point. But for some reason — let’s call it Holiday Distraction — I hadn’t. So when his mom needed to run some errands, I said I’d go along. I tried, and I think I succeeded in hiding the test from her under some unnecessary items also tossed into the basket. But it made for a rather tense few moments in the ol’ CVS.
Back at the house, Kyle was in the shower and I knew I couldn’t possibly wait a moment longer. So I didn’t. I tested while he showered and:
So I chugged a couple bottles of water (you know, so I could pee again) and drove back to the store.
He looked at his friend, Kari, and she said, “I think you should give her what you bought for her.”
That’s right. He’d bought me a pregnancy test. No wonder he was confused. We’d given him, basically, the same thing!I knew the first thing I wanted to do was to call my brother, Craig. He and his wife, Amy, had been trying to conceive for several months and, if I was going to tell my family on Christmas morning (which I what I really wanted to do), I didn’t want her to be completely broadsided and get upset. I wanted Craig to know so he could “warn” her if he felt like he needed to.
Craig called me about 20 minutes later and asked me to hold my announcement until the day after Christmas. Disappointed, I said, “I guess I could. Why?”
As it turns out, he and Amy had their own news to share and had been holding it for almost a month and a half.
I jumped up and down (don’t tell the doctor!) and squealed and cried and acted COMPLETELY girly and then told Craig to have Amy to call me so we could talk — and maybe break the news to my parents together.
And, thus, a plot was conceived. (pun completely intended)
Amy and Craig went to Walmart that night and purchased stockings and wrapped them in separate boxes. After all the other gifts were unwrapped, Craig gave one box to each of my parents and instructed my dad to go first.
And after a few minutes, my mom remembered that she had an unopened box to return to.
“Hahaha. Baby Polk.”
(realizes, wide-eyed, what she’d just read out loud)
(re-reads in silence)
(looking at me) “Is this for REAL?!”