Planning The Announcements:
When that one little word appeared, Blake and I knew our lives would never be the same. I let out a shriek of pure excitement, jumping up and down in disbelief and joy. I had always dreamed of becoming a mama, but for so long, it felt out of reach — like something meant for everyone else but me. We’d often said there would never be a “perfect time,” and yet here we were, standing in the middle of God’s perfect timing.
In that moment, I felt an overwhelming peace. God was in control. He had chosen us for this — to love, protect, and raise the most precious gift He could ever give. He knew the time was right, even when we didn’t.
The very first person I wanted to tell was my big sister. Without a second thought, I grabbed my phone and FaceTimed her. “Hey, guess what?” I said, my voice trembling.
“What?” she asked, smiling — completely unaware of what was coming.
I held up the digital test, and her eyes widened. “BECCA!” she gasped. “No way! You’re gonna have a baby!”
We both burst into laughter and tears — talking over each other in shock and joy. It was a short call, but one I’ll never forget.
Once the excitement settled a bit, Blake and I started planning how to share the news with our families. We knew it was early — barely past the test line — but we were too thrilled to keep it a secret. Neither of us are exactly good at that anyway.
We decided to make little gift bags for my dad and Blake’s mom. (A fun twist to our story: about a year after Blake and I started dating, my dad and his mom began dating too — and by this point, they were engaged, just two months away from saying “I do.”)
The bags were simple but sweet — brown paper with white handles and polka dots. Inside each one, we carefully wrapped a long-sleeved white onesie around the digital test and tucked in a few tiny pacifiers. It was such a small gesture, but it carried the biggest secret of our lives — a new heartbeat, a new beginning, and the start of our journey into parenthood.
To Our Parents (My Dad-His Mom):
We called our parents that night and made plans to visit the next day. This wasn’t unusual — we only lived about fifteen minutes apart, and we were all really close. It wasn’t uncommon for us to drop by two or three times a week just to chat or share dinner. We often talked about the future during those visits — marriage, careers, and, eventually, kids. But babies were always part of the “someday” plan. I had always wanted to be married first, and Blake and I weren’t quite ready for that step yet. So to say they weren’t expecting this news would be a complete understatement.
We pulled up to their house around 4:30 that afternoon. It was early December, one of those evenings where the daylight fades before you even realize it. The sky had dimmed to a pale blue, casting a soft glow over everything. As we sat in the car, I was putting the final touches on the small gift bags, my hands trembling with excitement. Blake and I kept grinning at each other, giddy about what was about to happen. I told him how nervous I was that his mom would immediately sense something — she’s the type who can read a room in seconds. Blake just laughed and said, “She won’t have a clue.” And, as it turns out, he was right.
We made our way up the stone path to the front door, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it. My mouth was dry, and I could barely keep from bursting into nervous laughter. When we stepped inside, we were greeted with warm hellos and hugs. Before anyone could ask, I told them, “We brought wedding gifts for you!”
As everyone settled onto the couch, I discreetly pulled out my phone and hit record. My dad, assuming he’d need to save the gift for later, set his bag aside until I quickly said, “No, no, you have to open them now!” Blake’s mom chuckled, knowing how terrible I am at waiting to give gifts. (I’m the type who buys something the night before just because I can’t stand the suspense.)
We stood there, practically vibrating with anticipation, as they began to unwrap the first item — a small bundle wrapped in white tissue paper. Blake’s mom smiled as she carefully unfolded it, completely unsuspecting. But the second the tiny white onesie came into view, her expression changed. The smile faded into a look of wide-eyed disbelief. She looked up at me, her eyes and mouth wide open — and in that moment, I knew she understood.
My dad had already finished unwrapping his gift and stared down at it, confusion written all over his face. “Whaaaaat?” he said, stretching the word out in disbelief as he looked up at us with a grin that suggested he thought it was some kind of joke. I couldn’t hold it in any longer — laughter bubbled out of me uncontrollably. Blake’s mom, still frozen in shock, slowly broke into a smile. “Really?” she asked, her voice trembling with emotion.
“Yes,” I managed to say between bursts of nervous laughter.
My dad blinked, still processing, before finally blurting out, “You’re pregnant?!”
“I am,” I said, grinning ear to ear.
The room instantly filled with warmth — laughter, happy tears, a thousand questions all at once. We spent the rest of the evening talking about baby names and guessing the gender, dreaming up nursery ideas, and soaking in every second of this brand-new chapter. It was one of those rare, golden moments in life — pure joy, shared with the people we love most. And I’m so grateful I caught it all on camera to relive forever.
To Be Continued…
Join me this Wednesday October 29th, for Part Three — when I share the moment I told my mom she was going to be a grandma again and reflect on the highs, lows, and everything in between from my pregnancy journey.
Question of the day:
How did you share your pregnancy news with your family, were you excited or unsure of how they might react?
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