I was watching the VMAs Sunday night and I'm just going to say it, Beyonce is awesome.
The way she threw the microphone down after her performance, popped open her jacket and announced to the world " I'm with Child " and seeing Jay Zs genuine reaction to the entire spectacle, well, it got me thinking.
Normally, MTV isn’t thought provoking (unless it's Jersey Shore), but in this particular instance, it definitely sucked me in and had be thinking the following.
The way she threw the microphone down after her performance, popped open her jacket and announced to the world " I'm with Child " and seeing Jay Zs genuine reaction to the entire spectacle, well, it got me thinking.
Normally, MTV isn’t thought provoking (unless it's Jersey Shore), but in this particular instance, it definitely sucked me in and had be thinking the following.
· What's the best way to tell someone they're about to be a father ?
· What's the best way to deliver the news you went and got yourself knocked up, to your parents ?
I'll start by analyzing the first time I had to tell the hubs I was pregnant. I made him come with me to pick up a pregnancy test. I insisted it be a CLEAR BLUE $15 test (found out later a DOLLAR TREE TEST works just as well).
After going to pee on the stick, and waiting the allotted time, I walked out and threw the positive urine covered test at my inseminator. CLASSY RIGHT?
Delivering the news to the parentals that you went and got yourself knocked up, is an entirely different story all together.
My parents, well, my mum, was all "You're old enough to deal with the consequences" cool about it.
But is it better to be all in your face creative about it ?
Definitely more entertaining that way, especially when it comes to announcing the sex of the fetus.
Did you post something like "Saw my baby today!!!!!!! Unless that is a third leg, we're having a a BOY!!!!!!!" on your facebook status?
When we went to have our 20 week scan to find out the gender of our child, my husband played it cool.
Throughout my pregnancy we discussed our hopes and dreams for our oldest child.
I was hopeful it was a girl, you know, dress her up and all that jazz, while the hubs insisted it wasn’t important the gender, only that our baby was healthy.
As I lay there on the table, all gooey from the gel they scan technician smeared all over my convex belly, I was overcome with emotion, tears rolling down my face (I dont cry ugly)
It was amazing, watching the little hands move, his little mouth drinking/eating and seeing it's little crossed legs.
Lab Technician lady, tapped my belly under its little legs, and they slowly spread revealing the anxiously awaited news. I knew the minute those little legs widened, "It's a BOY" she announced.
My husband, ever perceptive to my emotional state, jumped up and pointed in my face "It's a BOY! I wanted a boy, in your face!"
I can't help but think fondly on that moment, and laugh..
I went off on a random tangent, I can, it's my blog.
BUT, next time I get pregnant, I am confirming there may or may not be a next time, I'm going to announce it with a sculpture, shooting forks from a bow and arrow, at a pink or blue target ....