10 Things He's Thinking When You Tell Him You're Pregnant
"My wife, Lisa, opened the bathroom door with a smile and waved the test, and I saw it was positive. I was relieved — a lot of people we knew had trouble getting pregnant. Throughout that day, as the news sunk in I thought, 'Woo-hoo, we did it…my boys can swim!'"
— Matt, 38, Traverse City, Mich.
"When my wife of three years, Nicole, told me, at first I didn't believe her. We got pregnant on our very first try, and I thought that all but impossible. I convinced myself the home-pregnancy test she used was defective, and to prove it I actually peed on one — the same brand, from the same drugstore — myself. Mine was negative, and I'm an idiot."
— Pete, 32, Stratford, Conn.
"I was in bed, and my current girlfriend, Ana, was in the bathroom when I got a shocking phone call — it was from a woman I had casually hooked up with on and off for about two years. She told me she was pregnant. I admit, I wondered if it was even mine. She kept the baby, and I asked for a paternity test. We're not together, but we are civil. I see my son all the time and pay child support. Ana plays an active role, too."
— Bryan, 29, Winter Garden, Fla.
"I was completely ecstatic for about 10 minutes when my wife, Allison, revealed the positive pregnancy test. Then it started to set in, and I totally freaked out about money and being responsible for another human being for the rest of my life. I really panicked and ended up taking two Xanax and drinking a bottle of red wine just to calm down."
— Rob, 30, Morganville, N.J.
"When my wife, Erin, told me she was pregnant, I was running on the treadmill, staring out at the Hudson River. I ran in place for about five minutes fantasizing how great of a dad I was going to be, how I'd need to change a million things about myself to actually be that great dad. No more martinis and takeout every night, no more sleeping until 8:30 on workdays and definitely no more city apartment. We'd need to buy a house ASAP. Then I remembered Erin was going to stay off her Gleevec — the drug that kept her cancer in remission — for nine months, minimum. Excitement turned into a sense of panic and instant regret. What did we do? Why are we taking this chance? A mix of pit-in-my-stomach guilt that we'd signed Erin's death certificate and excitement overwhelmed me."
— Nick, 31, Huntington, N.Y.
"Bec and I were dating for just five months when she came to me crying, unable to get the words out. Next, she pointed to her stomach and told me the news. Honestly, what I was thinking? Pure relief! All those tears led me to believe someone had died. The real news was much better — I was going to be a dad! Now we're married with two kids."
— Hal, 35, Los Angeles
"Since I helped my lesbian friends try to get pregnant, when they told me they were, I was first shocked that our at-home method actually worked. (See, I excused myself, got to work and handed over a turkey baster — filled with my sperm.) Then it dawned on me: Wait, I'm a single guy living in NYC — and now I'm going to have a kid. Oh my! We have two boys now — same method of reproduction. Just call us a modern family."
— Jack, 41, New York City
"When Jill first told me she was pregnant, she was 17 and a senior in high school. I was 18, working, and my first thought was that she was totally messing with me. But then I realized she was serious. This chill went through my body — we were going to be teen parents. Even though I was scared, I was also thrilled. I always wanted to be a young dad, and despite the fact that Jill was horrified to tell her parents the news, I couldn't wait to scream it from the rooftop! We're happily married with three kids now."
— Gary, 30, Totowa, N.J.
"When my wife, Liz, told me she was pregnant I was thrilled and wanted to scream YA-HOO! But since we had a house full of guests, we decided to keep it between us and keep it that way for at least the first trimester. We did, however, squeeze each other a little tighter than usual as we sat around with our friends eating and entertaining." (Editor's note: Matt's wife died 72 hours after giving birth to their daughter, Madeline. He chronicles life as a single dad at mattlogelin.com.)
— Matt, 32, Los Angeles
"My girlfriend, Elisa, and I had just gotten back together after a short breakup and an on-again, off-again five-year relationship. She was 22 and I was 24. A thousand questions popped into my head. A baby — how did this happen? Do we have enough money in savings? Can I fit a car seat in my M3? Am I ready to get married? Where will we live? Those initial thoughts began to fade, and I started to realize what was really happening — I was going to be a father. I was going to be responsible for another life. I asked Elisa to marry me the day we went for the ultrasound and found out we were having a girl. The day my daughter, Angelina, was born was the proudest day of my life."
— Nick, 29, North Haledon, N.J.