As soon as we confirmed I was pregnant and by that I really mean: as soon as I finished taking nothing short of 7 or 8 different brands of pregnancy tests (while Mr. Dr. was on call so he didn’t think I was crazy) all resulting in some kind of positive result, feint or not, I knew I wanted to find a creative way to tell our families. We also knew we wanted to wait until we had our 1st doctor’s appointment so that we could make sure we weren’t hallucinating and to make sure everything was looking OK in the beginning. We were actually really lucky and heard Baby L’s heartbeat at the first visit! It was strong and fast which was a great sign. After that 1st appointment it was a bit surreal. All you want to do is tell everyone and I mean everyone, like even the grocery store cashier, but you can’t. Well you can if you want. And some people do. But we wanted it to be special and memorable for our families. We also were very careful about being public with the news until much later. Every couple is different and feels comfortable at different stages. That was just what we wanted and how we did it.
So about 8 weeks into this whole thing away we drove to meet my family at our parents’ beach house. I remember the whole ride down talking to Mr. Dr. about how nervous I was to tell them. It’s my parents’ first grandchild and my siblings’ first niece/nephew. I was excited but also just nervous because it was such big news to share. We arrived late Friday night but luckily everyone was still awake. I wasted no time and told them that we had brought them each a little something. Each couple opened up their gift and then there were tears, screams, laughs and lots and lots of hugs. We spent the next 36 hours with my family sharing in the excitement before departing early Sunday morning only to drive 6 hours back up north to see Mr. Dr.’s family. Driving through 4 states along the northeast and spending a total of 12 hours in the car between Friday night -Sunday is something I would only recommend if there is a realllllly good reason for it. A baby announcement counts in our book. But I will not be partaking in any activity like that ever again anytime soon. We arrived mid-afternoon and shared the exciting news the same way with a gift for each couple. The hugs and excitement, again, filled the room.
Each couple received a bottle of wine with a personalized label. I created the labels online and printed them myself. We bought our favorite Montepulciano bottle from Trader Joes (the wine store clerks had been missing me), peeled off the original labels and glued these on. Now come February (or March?!) everyone is supposed to bring their bottle of wine to NYC so we can celebrate together after the birth of Baby L when they come to visit.
My idea for telling Mr. Dr. wasn’t quite as creative but I had limited time and resources. I pretended he had gotten a package so when I walked in the door from work there was this white box in my hand that had his name on it and was addressed to him. I told him the doorman gave it to me downstairs and that someone had dropped it off for him. Real story: that morning I put together the box and took it down to the doorman with strict instructions not to give it to Mr. Dr. when he got home from his 24 hr call that morning. I didn’t want to leave it for him in the apartment because I wanted to be there when he opened it and I wanted it to be a surprise. My plan was to walk into the apartment that evening as if it was fresh off the press when I arrived home so he wouldn’t suspect anything. I think it worked pretty well. Here is what was inside.
I wrapped up each part so he opened up the items in a certain order. 1st was the Baby Ruth bar, 2nd was the card and 3rd were the tests I took that morning. He obviously figured it out as soon as he opened the candy bar but it was fun to watch him go from a look of confusion when I handed him the box to pure excitement once he began to see what was inside.
If you know us, and you guys should probably know me well enough by now, announcing our baby news the way we did was pretty fitting for us. And I must say, everyone loved it. I almost forgot. We also stopped on our drive back up north and got Mr. Dr.’s grandmother a fresh bouquet of pink & blue. We figured a bottle of wine wasn’t as appropriate for Grammie so we quickly had the florist in the local grocery store whip up a bouquet of pink roses, blue hydrangeas and of course, baby’s breath.
We had so much fun announcing the news to our family and friends, and continue to feel overwhelmed by the love and support from everyone who has sent us well wishes, cards and congratulations. We are really, really lucky and so is this baby.
Happy Cocktail Friday in honor of Baby L!