My life just changed forever. That was my facebook status message two years ago today. May 10th was the day. Mother’s Day. It couldn’t have been more perfect. After years of wanting a baby and worrying that maybe it just wasn’t in the cards for me, I had been blessed with the greatest miracle of all. Craig was out of town, so it was just the dog and me. I was bursting with excitement and needed to tell someone. Of course I would post something on facebook. Of course I would.
Oddly enough, the night before, I was at a friend’s house talking about motherhood, having what would be my last glass of wine for what seemed like an eternity. My friend sent me a picture of his yard the following morning. A massive tree had fallen down in the exact spot where I had been sitting, almost as if to say, “this phase of your life is over.” I got that text at 10 a.m. Mother’s Day morning, moments after seeing the word “PREGNANT” on my pregnancy test.
I, so badly, wanted to tell my husband in person. He was supposed to be home in three days and I **thought** I could wait. I waited…about 30 seconds. I told him on the phone. He didn’t believe me. My next call was to new friend Audrey of Mom Generations, who lives right down the street from me. She had just asked me to breakfast the week before, which turned into a 5 hour gab-fest, where she asked me about kids and I confided in her that I could be pregnant at that very moment. Actually, now that I think of it, I think I tried to call my husband and he wasn’t there, so maybe Audrey knew FIRST and my husband knew second. No matter. In time, the whole world would know, because I told basically ANYONE WHO WOULD LISTEN. Later that day, I went on a walk with Jane who also writes at Mom Generations and is Audrey’s sister. I met the whole family that day and that’s when a great friendship was born. For those who live in Rhode Island, or who have done business with Barrington Printing or Mom Generations, you know how wonderful this family is. They’re huggers, which I LOVE and they let me talk on and on and on about this little miracle inside of me.
Oh, this note really is from my husband. You might be wondering about that since his name is written in ink. You see, my husband and I have been calling each other “Mav” and “Goose” since we were dating. It’s even engraved on the inside of our wedding rings. So, when he sent me flowers he signed them, “Always, M.” Sixty years from now, when we are dead, I didn’t want my grandchildren to imagine some family drama and think that there was funny business going on with some guy whose name started with “M,” so I wrote Craig on the card. Hey, I never claimed to be normal…too early to blame it on pregnancy hormones?