Apparently, I'd spent the rest of the day with a look of disbelief on my face and barely said a word. I didn't look pregnant, I didn't feel pregnant. As a matter of fact, I'd only gained 12 pounds since my last Gynecologist visit a year ago. I attributed the 12 pound weight gain to being laid up in bed for three-ish months eating crap food because my culinarily-challenged boyfriend would just throw a Whopper Jr. at me instead of cooking . Honestly, I was just grateful someone was feeding me.
I'm pretty sure I accomplished nothing the rest of that day at work except scheduling a sonogram for that Friday. That was an interesting call. "Hi, I just found out I'm 35ish weeks pregnant and need to schedule a sonogram". That would be the first of many calls with a stunned receptionist on the other end of the line. Hindsight, I should have printed out a narrative to hand to everyone who didn't believe my story.
I call my boyfriend and tell him I need him to take off work Friday. Expecting to hear a barrage of questions, he just says "OK". Ladies and Gentleman, that is how I knew I had the right guy. I called him and told him I needed him, and without hesitation he says he is going to be there, no questions asked. That work day dragged on forever.
Later that afternoon, Joel comes home and does his usual after work routine. I dreaded telling him. I had an irrational fear that he'd leave me. We both had been adamant that we never wanted kids. Little did Joel know I was about to blow his mind and our lives would be changed for-ev-errrrr. He sits on the end of the bed and starts talking about some bullshit, honestly I don't even remember what he was going on about. "We have to talk", I interrupt. He probably thought I was about to break up with him the way his face looked. I start to cry. Ugly cry, Kim Kardashian ugly, snot bubbles, ugly cry. "Joel, I'm pregnant, like really pregnant."
"OK babe, it's not the end of the world, we have options. It's going to be OK." He replies. Again people. THIS is how I know I had unintentionally picked the right guy for the job. "Options", funny Joel, he thought we had "options".
"We don't have options, Joel! I'm 35 weeks pregnant. This baby is coming. You can't stop a train". A train. I compared our baby to a train. His mouth opened. I mean dropped open in a way that I almost worried his jaw had dislocated. I waited and waited for a response. I could see the wheels turning in his head. I could see him trying to process this information to no avail. After about 2-3 minutes, which seemed like a lifetime, I say "words Joel, I need words".
The moment of truth. Will he bail? Will he run away and leave me to raise this baby all alone? Will he be mad at me because my birth control failed? Nope, none of the above. He leans in a wraps his arms around my ugly crying self and says "OK, we are going to be OK, we can do this". RELIEF. Thank God. At that moment, baby or not, I knew this was the man I was going to marry. After all, he had been asking me every single day for months to marry him and I'd always said no.
In true Jenny fashion, I had picked the perfect day to find out I was 35 weeks pregnant. I'd of preferred to have a low key evening at home with my newly appointed "baby daddy" absorbing the days information but noooo. That evening we had my company's crab feast at a ballpark. Am I even allowed to eat crabs? I have so many questions. We had to start making moves and get ready to go out for the evening. We hop in the shower together, Joel looks me up and down, rubs my non-existent baby bump and says "where is it hiding in there!?". I think at this point he still didn't believe I was pregnant.
We hop in the car and off we go. I immediately noticed a change in Joel's driving. My once Mario Andretti-like driver had turned Grandma, riding the slow lane the entire 40 minute drive. I knew at that moment he was going to be the BEST Dad.
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| Proud Daddy just after Jordan's birth |
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| We did it! |
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