Okay, first off, if you're anything like me, you don't mess around. You skip the line-over-analyzing and cheap pee sticks and you immediately spend a week's worth of grocery budget on those overpriced digital suckers. I mean, you can't mistake "Pregnant" for being too faint, too light, too dashy, etc. And it wasn't like I hadn't already blown a week's worth of grocery money in the past on something ridiculous like a Christmas Mickey, so in this kind of situation, that kind of lacking-frugality is necessary.
Once you've done your peeing (on your 6th stick, mind you, justtobesure) it's time to figure out how to tell your husband. Sure, Pinterest and Blogs present you with approximately 4,972 insanely adorable ways to do so but when time is of the essence, you don't necessarily have the time or means (after all, you just spent $50 on pee sticks) to be Creative with a capital "C." So? In this case, we got Kreative with a capital "K" for "Kohls," because where else would one turn for a sibling shirt at 11am on a Monday morning?
Can we first talk about the lack of sibling shirts out there? I mean, this is something that Carter's and Jumping Beans needs to readily address. I must've asked 8 salesladies if they'd come across any stock with the words "Big Brother" printed on it and the most each of them could do was give me "The Look" and giggle.
"Little Brother?" Oh, quite bountiful if you must know. However, not appropro for the situation at hand. Don't be surprised, Loyals, the thought of slapping duct tape over the "little" and Sharpie-ing "Big" on it certainly crossed my mind.
Finally, after much duress and scrambling around Kohls like a crazy lady, I found it. "The Shirt."
Oh, I should probably mention here, speaking of t-shirts, that as soon as I found out about Baby #2, I immediately messaged my sweet friend Jennifer and owner of adorable custom shop Braylabees and requested that she make an adorable "Big Brother" t-shirt for a little boy named Carter. Ahem, before I told The Husband. Priorities here, Loyals! So although this wasn't "The Shirt" and it wasn't nearly as cute as the one I would soon be receiving from Jennifer, it would suffice for the day's events.
Here's Carter's first impression of the news and his impending role as Big Brother..
Well, just color him thrilled, why don'tchya? It's okay though. As soon as the initial shock wore off and I promised him a pony and his very own castle, he quickly became rather excited about the news.
Loyals, do you know difficult it is to wait for your Husband to return home from work when shouldering the weight of such exciting news and simultaneously feeling as if you're going to hurl at any moment? I'm here to tell you it's ridiculously difficult. And as we did laps up and down the sidewalk out front, wearing our new shirt, I silently prayed to God that this wouldn't be the moment that C biffed it and landed himself in the ER for stitches.
After what felt like hours, The Husband finally pulled into the driveway and stepped out from his car to a barrage of "Did you see C's new shirt? Can you see it? C, show Daddy your new shirt." And so he looked...
And he looked...
Quite a difficult thing to do when all The Toddler does it this...
And I'm so happy to have been able to capture that smile on film...
And in case you were wondering Loyals, that's what a 3 week pregnant AP looks like.. exhausted and ready to dry heave at any give moment! Thanks SO much for your sweet words and hundreds of congratulations! We are BEYOND excited and cannot wait to share this ridiculously incredibly (and equally exhausting) journey with you!