To date, if there was a single moment I could freeze in time, it would be the reaction The Pilot had when I told him he was going to become a dad. I don't think I'll ever forget the look on his face.
I had come home from work and The Pilot was cooking dinner. I needed a few minutes to regroup (also known as taking a few minutes to myself to fully check my work at the door and switch to home mode) so I went upstairs. It was a little early to be taking a pregnancy test but I was feeling a little "off" so I went ahead and took a test. To be perfectly honest, I wasn't expecting anything because after trying for several months, I was preparing myself to be let down.
When a very faint positive came up I.....panicked. Though this was very much wanted and planned, I was shocked. And I panicked. I texted my BFF and asked if I should tell The Pilot. Since it was so faint, I wasn't sure if I had done the test wrong (really, it's not that hard) and didn't want to get him worked up if it wasn't really positive. She didn't respond right away so I went downstairs but didn't say anything to The Pilot. Suddenly she called. I grabbed the phone and ran back upstairs....to the master bedroom closet. There I was, hiding in the closet, talking to my BFF about my positive pregnancy test...before I told my husband. (Don't worry, he knows this story and is amused by it...or at least I think he is.)
I think she got a good laugh and told me that a positive is a positive and I should tell him. Knowing my sweet husband, I knew if I told him while he was still making dinner, we would end up with no edible dinner. So I waited. I'm not sure how I did it. We ate dinner. The second he finished his food though, I told him that I had something for him and then ran upstairs again.
A few weeks earlier I had come across a baby onesie online that was too perfect to pass up. It said "I'm the new chief pilot around here." A chief pilot is the boss of the other pilots at an airline. I had it hiding in a closet so I threw it in a gift bag and ran back down the stairs. With a stupid grin on my face, I gave it to him, telling him it was an early Christmas gift (it was a couple weeks before Christmas).
He pulled it out of the bag, looked at the onesie. Then looked at me (I was still grinning like an idiot). Then he looked back at the onesie. And then his eyes went HUGE. And they may or may not have filled with tears. He looked back at me, all wide-eyed and I nodded and said that we would be needing that in the near future.
The rest of the evening was a blur. We hugged a lot. Stared at each other in disbelief. I don't think either of us slept very well that night. At least I can speak for myself when I say I spent much of the night staring at the ceiling feeling both elated and panicked at the same time. :)