You Are The Father!

Here we go.

Mr. A discovering the baby boots in the bag. 

Reading the pregnancy results. 

The baby boots in the bag. 

Reading the letter again in disbelief. 

Still reading...

Wiping away tears.

Proof! 

This past December I found out that we were going to be parents again. I was a little shocked. First person I told was my momma. I would have told Mr. A but he was away in Mexico handling family matters. I found out we were expecting the week he was scheduled to return, naturally it felt like the longest week of my life. 

My mom was beyond excited and in disbelief. I was only a week late and had taken two pregnancy tests that came out positive. My mom made me go see a doctor immediately to make sure I was prego, guess she wanted it to be official before she celebrated. The doctor confirmed what I had told her all along and she was finally able to get happy, or er. 

Throughout the week when Mr. A and I would speak over the phone it felt like torture. I wanted to tell him that I was pregnant so bad but knew I should wait. I had this vision of how I wanted to tell him we were expecting if we ever had another child. I had to execute my plan. I told my immediate family and closest friends. I felt a tad guilty leaving him in the dark about the situation but knew I had to wait.

The day finally arrived when I was to pick up Mr. A and his mom from the airport. They were both tired and exhausted from the early morning flight and here I was wide eyed and holding back my big secret. I wanted to tell them both but had to wait. I had to tell Mr. A first. We finally arrived to Mr. A's parents house, and I suggested we go grab a bite because I was hungry. He agreed and off we went. I asked a few questions about his trip to Mexico ( I'd say two at most, hehe) and proceeded to give him a small Bloomies bag. I made up some b.s excuse that I had bought him something while he was again and needed to exchange it soon. 

When Mr. A opened the bag he noticed a pair of small brown baby boots and gave me a puzzled look. As he continued to look inside he found the pregnancy confirmation letter that had been given to me at the doctor's office. He looked up at me a little in disbelief as I nodded yes. He found my pregnancy tests and a card that I had bought him. He started crying (happy tears, of course) and gave me a hug and kiss. The long torturous week was worth the wait. I wanted to make it special for him finding out, and indeed I did.

I mentioned to him that I was blogging about this, I asked if it was alright I mention he cried. His response, "Yea, I was crying tears of joys because I was because in the U.S."