Telling Dad, Take #1

Coincidentally, on the same Friday that we took the home pregnancy test that turned up POSITIVE, my Dad had invited Warren & I over for an impromptu dinner. 'We have to tell him!' I kept insisting, but Warren was hesitant. We were both still in total shock, feeling kind of awkward. Like, are we supposed to act differently now? It was hard to know what to say or do, because this really mammoth thing had just happened, but yet, nothing had really changed in that moment. Yes, big changes were coming, but in that moment the only thing that had really changed was that I was holding a little white stick with 2 pink stripes in my palm. We were still getting used to the idea ourselves, so how could we possibly be ready to tell anyone?

But I was thinking 'It's a sign! He asked us over on the same night we tested. We need to tell him!' Since he was my Dad, it was ultimately up to me. So Warren was willing to go along with my plan.

This was the Plan:

Give Dad & Pamela the souvenirs we brought back from the trip, then say 'Oh, and we brought back one more thing, but you're going to have to wait 9 months to see it'. Easy!

What Actually Happened:

Give Dad & Pamela souvenir.

Amanda: Says nothing.

Conversation shifts to the movie Juno, babies, etc.

Amanda: Says nothing.

Conversation shifts to Mother's Day plans etc.

Amanda: Sweaty palms. Says nothing.

Conversation has long, empty pause.

Amanda: Takes 'fake' sip of wine. Says nothing.

Needless to say, my 'Operation Tell Dad 2 Hours After We Found Out' was a BUST. I totally choked. Walking out the car at 11:30pm, we both look at each other and say sarcastically 'Well that went well'. It was all a bit anti-climatic. But we justified it, because really, we were still letting it sink ourselves. We decided then & there that we needed some sort of WRITTEN way to tell people, because I clearly crack under pressure.