We waited until I was almost at the 13 week mark to tell our family we were having a baby. It was fun having this big, exciting secret between the two of us, and although we wanted to tell everyone we love right away, we were cautious. Part of this was nerves, some disbelief (the pinch me moments were plentiful!), but more than anything, we wanted to first tell our parents in person after hearing the heartbeat at our 12 week ultrasound. The timing worked out in such a way that, as soon as we left the doctor’s office that week, we drove home to Cincinnati where we’d be surprising Scott’s dad for his 65th birthday, a move coordinated by Scott’s mom months prior. In a fun twist, we suggested inviting my parents along, too, since it had been far too long since both of our families had been together. She loved the idea, and so my parents planned to drive down from Pittsburgh for the same weekend. As soon as the plan was hatched, we could hardly contain ourselves. Finally, we were a 5-hour drive away from telling both of our long distance parents our happy news!
The night we all arrived in Cincinnati (and after successfully surprising Scott’s dad), we painstakingly waited for a break in the conversation to share the news. Once our secret was out, and after the initial shock that, no, this was not a joke!, we celebrated with long conversation, late night snacks and drinks, catching up and just generally enjoying the happiness and relief that comes with sharing such joyous news.
The first morning we were in town, the six of us went to the flea market (this one for Cincinnati friends) – otherwise known as our favorite way to ease into the day. We weren’t even ten minutes into our rounds when we spotted the teeniest brass rocking horse, above. What are those odds? Three dollars later, we had our first sweet accessory for the nursery, and as Scott handed over the cash, I felt an overwhelming burst of gratitude. After months of secret keeping, our families were in on it, we were home for the weekend, I had just found a new brass thing – ha! Life felt, and still feels, really, really good.
Our next milestone was finding out baby’s gender! The weeks following our trip back home, we marked off the calendar days until our big 20 week checkup. During the ultrasound, we gave the tech a blank notecard, and we asked if she could write down the gender there, so that we could enjoy the reveal, just the two of us, later that day. (She was very much used to the request, as she was the first to say, I see your card, I’ll tell you when to look away from the screen!) That same evening, we got dressed up and went on a dinner date. We snuggled up at the bar, ordered a beer and a mocktail, and once again, we painstakingly waited until we placed our dinner order before pulling the sealed envelope from my purse.
I thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest; we were both excited and giddy and so, so ready to swap the word it for he or she. Scott flipped open the card, and for a handful of seconds, I couldn’t register the words I was reading. The ultrasound technician had taped a photo inside, going so far as to draw the outline of her body. (Besides being simultaneously cute and hilarious, we’re still not sure what we’re actually looking at in this image.) Once the words sank in, I ugly cried. Scott handsome cried. Once our hearts returned to a normal pace, we deleted the boy names from a note we’d been keeping on my phone, and we narrowed down our long list of girls’ names to a top 5-ish. We talked about slumber parties and high school dances, and if I thought I felt a burst of gratitude that day at the flea market, well, this one physically ached in the best possible way.
We’re having a baby girl!
PS… Thank you all for your kind words and personally reaching out to us after we shared our story – whether it was on the blog, in an email or otherwise. We heart you.
Also, notecard is from this adorable Etsy shop.