Two years ago, on Easter, we got my parents and Jim's parents to line up for a picture. Jim was videotaping, and I took the picture. "Say Cheese!" Smiles, Flash. "Oh, I don't like that one. Let's do another one". Jim - "Say....Jen's Pregnant!!" Blink. Blink. Mouths dropping open. Uncomfortable laughter. A hesitant, "Wait, is she really?" "ARE YOU?!?" The affirmation. Then, general chaos and bedlum. We had all been waiting for two unbelievably long years for that moment. Two years of "trying" - two years of failing, two years of calculating days, two years of ovulation kits, two years of peeing on sticks once a month, two years of convincing myself every month that if I was tired, moody, craving something, had a headache, cried for no reason, etc. I was pregnant, two years of waiting, two years of life feeling like it was on hold, and I.Was.Pregnant. I could hardly wrap my head around it.
Easter a year later...
This year, as I watched Dylan very seriously looking around my parent's living room for eggs to put in his basket, and I realized that I had made the announcement in that very spot just 2 years previous, my breath caught in my throat. The enormity of it all still hits me at random moments and makes my heart ache, actually ache with happiness. When he toddles over to me, wraps his arms around my neck, and says "Ma, Ma" while patting my back, I know there is no better feeling in this world. For the rest of my life, Easter will hold a special place in my heart.
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What wonderful memories!
So incredibly sweet. I'm so happy for you.
Henry was born on Thanksgiving Day after two years of egg donors and surrogates and IVF and lawyers and psychologists and ... you get the picture. He came three weeks early, so it was a surprise Thanksgiving Day present, and it seemed so appropriate for him to come on a day when we call count our blessings.
Oh that is so beautiful. Probably because it was around the same time I was announcing I was pregnant to my family..but a little earlier. Of course last year at this time Jonathan was a little bundle in my arms and I was a weepy mess and *sigh*...it's still so sweet!
Awww! How sweet!
That's beautiful, Jen. Thanks for sharing the story with us.
What a great way to announce the wonderful news! It's a lovely story. And he is such a cutie. They do grow up so fast. I got to hold a two-week-old the other day and I was a bit nostalgic until she started crying and I realized I didn't have to feed her. Then I was very glad to have a 4-year-old and a 2-year-old.
That is so sweet! Happy (belated) Easter!
I like-ah that story!
I've just found that since I've had children, I get a knot in my throat and a tear in my eye WAY too easy! So... I'm surprised I didn't get choked up with the "easter announcement"!
hey, such a great post. I love it that he pats your back. Spud has a lot in common with Dylan I think. He patted my back today and then did a big burp, I nearly wet meself laughing.
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