From the moment my husband and I started dating, we talked about babies. While he already had two young ones of his own, it never stopped us from dreaming about expanding the family, about turning our Party of Four into a Family of Five.
A lot of his family members were shocked to hear that we wanted to add more children one day. “You already have two,” they would tell him. “Really? You want to start all over?”
But to us, it was never “starting all over”. Our family wasn’t finished, plain and simple.
Of course, the biggest critics were going to be my stepchildren, Chloe and Trey. Their feelings and opinions were the only ones that mattered to us. A lot of people asked me if I was nervous about telling them, if I was worried that it would change our relationship (Which is a post for another day) or our family’s dynamic. And sure, I was nervous about the changes, but nervous about telling them they would have a little brother or sister? Nope. Never. They knew we wanted more kids and they know we’re a family no matter how much we grow.
So a week before Thanksgiving, when I was able to surprise my husband with two pink lines, I couldn’t stop thinking about how we were going to tell the kids.
Every big reveal played out in my mind, every cute little surprise or “gift from the baby” that you can find on Pinterest, but the way David and I revealed the pregnancy was perfect for our family.
We pulled into my mother-in-law’s driveway for Thanksgiving dinner, but asked both kids to wait outside with us for a minute. “Sammy needs to tell you something,” David said as he parked the car. We opened the doors and both kids stood against the car as I squatted down to their level.
“So, we have some big news,” I said. Both of the kids had eyes as big as dinner plates. “Guess what’s going to happen to our family in July?”
“What?” They both breathed, never taking their eyes off of me.
“You’re going to get a little brother or sister!” I said. There was an approximate three second pause before Chloe screamed and flung her entire body into me.
“I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’RE GOING TO HAVE A BABY!” She screamed. Trey, on the other hand, smiled and then said, “Is Nana going to make macaroni and cheese?”
Four year olds, man. Always there to give you an ego check.
The rest of the day was perfect. Chloe would frequently run up to me and rub my belly or lay her head on me and say, “I can’t believe you’re going to have a baby.” She hasn’t stopped talking about the baby since and Trey is convinced that the baby will come out with its fists up to wrestle with him.
“I’m gonna get that baby a light saber,” he told me the other day.
“Yeah! ‘Cause girls can play with light sabers, too!” Chloe told him.
Oh man. Life is so good.
How did your stepchildren react when you shared your pregnancy news? Were they excited and happy? How did you feel sharing the news?