Well, men are men, aren't they?
I found the adorable onesie stashed away, folded it and put a note on it that said, "Think you can learn to work one of these things, Daddy?" I put it into a manila folder along with the PREGNANT pee stick. I taped the three open sides of the folder shut and slid the folder into a large envelope and wrote my DH's name on the outside.
After dinner and when we were a bit settled, I said, "Oh, something arrived for you today." I got the envelope and handed it to him. He pulled out the folder and tried peeking between the taped portions. "Just open it!" I said. He opened one side and slid out the onesie with the note. He read the note and unfolded the onesie, remarking that it was cute.
Then he set them down and looked at me. Blankly.
"There's something else in there," I said.
He reached his hand inside the onesie, feeling around for something. Did he think the baby was going to be inside there?
"No, not in there....in the folder!" I said (while rolling my eyes).
He finally found the pee stick. He looked at it and asked, "Are you pregnant?"
Well, did he think I bought it that way? Honestly, sometimes men are so dense. So much for the BIG surprise. I had to spell it all out for him. Yes, honey, I am pregnant.
"Congratulations!" he said. Then he hugged me. I thought that telling your wife "congratulations" was an odd thing to say. I don't know. I guess my fantasy about his reaction was much grander than reality.
But, whatever. He spent the rest of the evening in his man-cave drinking beer, setting up a stereo and listening to music. He hardly came out until 9:30. So much for celebrating the news together. I felt like the kid who invited his whole class to his birthday party, set up the decorations and balloons and cake and games...and then no one shows up and the kid is sitting there by himself, wearing a pointy party hat.
But, whatever. Maybe he doesn't quite know what to say. Maybe he is worried. Maybe he comes from a dysfunctional family that never knew or learned how to show love and support to other family members (oh so true).
In any case, I am happy and the celebration lives inside me. And then I got back online and found the inundation of love, support, joy, happiness and well wishes from all of you. So thank you for coming to my party! It means the world to me. I also know that after time passes, and if we are lucky enough to reach the initial "safety zone" of completing the first trimester, the other people IRL will definitely be excited and happy too.
My only real concern now is that my progesterone level (drawn one week post transfer) was 20.1. It seems like other people have much higher levels. I checked in with the Clinic and they said 20.1 is a great level one week post transfer. Okay. I guess I'll go with that for now.
I POAS early this morning and was relieved to see a slightly darker second line. At least now it is somewhat visible.
Thank you all again for your kindness and outpouring of support. I know that for some, it is not entirely easy. Thank you.
3 months ago