How I told my husband I was pregnant

I haven't had time to sit down and share the story of our little baby who is on the way!

It all began on Mother's Day, May 12th, 2013. I thought there was a little chance I could be pregnant and decided to take a test at 6 am. Guess what? It was positive. I couldn't believe it! I spent most of the morning walking in circles waiting for Jeff to wake up. I wanted to talk to someone so badly. I forgot it was Sunday and a holiday, so who on earth was I going to talk to? And by the way, the only reason I didn't wake Jeff up immediately was because he had worked a 12 hour night shift, stayed up the next day, and went to our friend's wedding. Poor guy hadn't slept in about 36 hours.

I ended up calling my friend Cinnamon because she lives in Germany and would be awake! :) I sent her a picture of my test to make sure I wasn't dreaming or crazy. She confirmed I was neither (at least in this case). It isn't an etch-a-sketch, guess it wasn't going away! This is when I started to freak out and want to wake Jeff up. I decided I better check Pinterest and Google for cute ideas to tell Jeff I was pregnant . . What else was I going to do this early?

I didn't find any ideas that I really liked, but I was starving. Decision made: I'll tell him using doughnuts. Yes, doughnuts.

So, I decided to go get donuts for breakfast (Jeff loves to
eat donuts any day of the week, but especially the
weekend). I wrote in the top of the box and left them on
the counter. It still took Jeff another hour to come
downstairs. As soon as I heard him awake I ran upstairs
to ask if he wanted breakfast. He came downstairs, still
half asleep, and went into the kitchen. He opened the
doughnut box and quietly read the top. It took him a
minute, but then his jaw dropped.

Poor guy had just woken up! We both literally jumped around the kitchen!