<p>Do you remember that first moment when you told your dh you were pregnant? Or, for males, when your spouse first told you? It has been going on 34 years for me and I remember well.</p>
<p>I remember the moment after my first OB appointment, when I insisted that DH and I stop for a moment in the hospital lobby to sit down and take it all in. (The doc’s office was in the hospital.) Although the pregnancy was planned, we were amazed this was actually happening to us.</p>
<p>When my inlaws were told of my pregnancy hung up the phone.</p>
<p>Ellebud, they never broke stride, did they? :(</p>
<p>When I told my sister that my baby was going to be a boy, she made a face.</p>
<p>Consolation: No, they didn’t.</p>
<p>I admit that I wanted a girl…the second time. At the end of my second pregnancy (when I admit I was so hormonal that I cried every night for a girl) I was at the OB’s office. They couldn’t find a heard beat. I was taken upstairs immediately for an ultra sound to see if there was a live baby there. AT that moment it didn’t matter…healthy healthy…please God healthy. Yes, the baby was healthy…just in a weird position. The doctor “told” me or hinted big time that it was a girl. Didn’t catch what he was saying…I just wanted a healthy baby.</p>
<p>Elle- I sat in the car and cried with #2, the heartbeat was either fast or slow and the doctor had just predicted a boy, I wanted another girl. I got a tomboy ;)</p>
<p>With my oldest, I was on bed rest ( from 16-30 wks) except for weekly progesterone injections.
Because I had read that progesterone affected female fetuses more than male, I made up my mind I was having a boy, even though initially I had felt she was a girl. (& this was before the internets, so where did I get my information? 
So when I delivered @ 30 weeks, I had only had a boys name picked out, but of course she was a Girl!.
I don’t remember when I found out I was pregnant though.</p>
<p>My H is an ob-gyn, as was his father. When I was still in my first trimester (and it was still only known to the 2 of us), I had some pain and so we went to the hospital. He swore the nurses to secrecy and took me into the room to do an ultrasound. He started sweating and I kept asking, what’s wrong? He was clearly very nervous and said, be quiet, I need to concentrate. Of course I’m envisioning something horrible. Finally he swings around the monitor and says - it’s twins - and practically collapses on the chair. Now, keep in mind, he’s diagnosed twins for many other couples before - and had delivered twins many times - but when it was his own, that was a different story! As for me, I just got an attack of the giggles and laughed for a half hour straight over the notion that I was going to have twins.</p>
<p>As for me, I just got an attack of the giggles and laughed for a half hour straight over the notion that I was going to have twins.</p>
<p>Thats better than the reaction my friend had, after she already had three kids.</p>
<p>Pizzagirl, best story ever.</p>
<p>My husband told me that I was pregnant.</p>
<p>He knew that I was doing a home pregnancy test, and I had explained how it works. I was distracted by something at the time when the test would show results, so he was the first one to look and see that the stick had indeed turned blue. Or pink. Or whatever.</p>
<p>Another story: For no particular reason, my husband and I both thought that our first child would be a girl. We had picked out names for babies of both genders, but we definitely expected that we would be using the girl’s name. The girl’s name we picked happens to be in the title of an upbeat popular song. When a sonogram showed that the baby was a boy, my husband played that song on the piano after we got home from the doctor’s office – in a minor key. It’s not that we didn’t welcome a son; it’s just that for both of us, somehow we were also losing the child we had expected to have. His music expressed that idea for both of us.</p>
<p>I’m glad we had that sonogram. By the time our son was born a month later, there was no disappointment. We were psyched to have a boy. (And three years later, when we did have a girl, we gave her a different name – although the song had nothing to do with it.)</p>
<p>PizzaGirl: Great story.</p>
<p>Many years ago when we had 2 children I knew a woman who had a son in a gesher program…and triplets.</p>
<p>Her story: Had 2 children in elementary school. Didn’t feel well (she was 40ish) and went to the doctor. Pregnant…again. Husband and wife agreed that if the baby was healthy…they could do this. Up to 3 kids. At mid/late 40 she went into menopause…and it wasn’t she was pregnant. Weren’t thrilled but if baby was healthy. Baby 1…healthy…Baby 2 healthy…terrified…they said they could do this:</p>
<p>C section: Baby 1…healthy…Baby 2…healthy…Whoops! Baby 3 healthy. (This was so long ago that ultrasounds were in their infancy as well.)</p>
<p>Even with LOTS of help she didn’t brush her hair for 4 years.</p>
<p>Thats better than the reaction my friend had, after she already had three kids.</p>
<p>A friend of mine had the same experience. She’d planned to have two children, then had a “volunteer”. Because the third child was so much younger than his sibs she and her husband decided to have one more so he wouldn’t be like an only child. They got two more.</p>
<p>I have no memory of getting/sharing the news (either time)</p>
<p>We had a neighbor, Sally, who also gave me piano lessons and I babysat for her three children (two boys and a girl). After the third child entered first grade, Sally went back to teaching music full-time in public school. During that first year back, she found out she was pregnant. So they all adjusted to the new idea of four kids in the family.</p>
<p>She had our family doctor (not an ob/gyn) deliver her baby, and just after he delivered the baby, he said, “Whoops, there’s another one here!” Twins! With no prior notice. Her husband had to go out and buy another new crib.</p>
<p>Nothing compares to the moment that my unmarried 20-something son told me about his pregnancy…</p>
<p>Are you Arnold schwarzneggers mom?
:)</p>
<p>In contrast: Mr. Ellebud and I were out of town on business. I was late so (as in the 100 years) I brought a pregnancy test. I did it, we went to breakfast. When we came back I looked…yes. Mr. Ellebud said that he was excited…and he had to go to his trial.</p>
<p>I called my parents…My mother said, “We knew…we’ve been looking at cribs.” THEY were delighted.</p>
<p>I’ve had 11 positive pregnancy tests (separate pregnancies) between ages 25 and 45. I have 7 living children. (Had the “no heartbeat” experience several times, and it never turned out well.) You can just imagine what my hair looks like. </p>
<p>With the first one I remember that I made H go (alone) to the drugstore to buy the pregnancy test. (They didn’t just keep them on the shelves back then.) I was WAY too embarrassed!<br>
We told our parents at Xmas with a wrapped doll that had a tag saying, “Baby ‘Smith’ due 7/11/88.”
We had Xmas with H’s family that year, so my sis videotaped my mom opening the gift. As soon as she figured out what it was, she looked directly at the camera and said, “NO BABYSITTING!” then she made a joke about birth control. . .
This was mom’s 2nd, and at that time, only local grandchild.</p>
<p>Usually I would do the test and then tell H. Once I remember telling him on the phone because he was out of town and the first test the week before had been negative (this was one that had a dark ring that gathered at the bottom of a little test tube–anyone remember those?)
One test I did in our van in a parking lot–H was there-- because I didn’t want my other kids to know. Threw the test, box, and wrappers away before we went home. Very funny memory.</p>
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No, the unemployed and uninsured crazy girlfriend is the one that was pregnant… but it was and is the Daddy’s doing and the Daddy’s responsibility.</p>
<p>My third was a big surprise. We had two girls, never desired a boy. My doctor had just gone out on disability and the covering doctor was the sweetest, most flamboyant man who skipped around his office. When he told us it was a boy as I watched the final episode of Seinfeld (15 years ago today - you could look it up), I burst into hysterical (not happy) tears. The poor doctor was so traumatized that he had to lie down. It was not a happy pregnancy and when he was born I asked “what am I supposed to do with that” and refused to hold him. Little did I know I had just met the Precious Baby King.</p>