As I alluded to previously, the aforementioned serving of pickles and ice cream is not the most obvious way of sharing the news with your husband.
The amount of hinting, broad explanations, and beating around the bush without actually coming right and saying it had as both in stitches before he finally caught on. In hindsight it was a great approach on my part- knowing how momentarily terrified I’d been when my suspicions had been confirmed, I could only imagine the possible terror that could potentially flash through his mind. Laughing hysterically was likely the best way of avoiding that particular feeling.
Although next time, I’m thinking a gigantic sign that says Chris I’m pregnant might be the way to go.
And yes, he ate the pickles. With the ice cream.
For the record, it was black cherry ice cream. 
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Perhaps you should start perfecting a recipe for cheeseburger-flavored ice cream for next time; might make the news “easier to swallow”, so to speak… =)
UM, that. is. HILARIOUS!! *MEN*!!!!
And if the sign doesnt work, perhaps hire a small aircraft to tow a giant banner? Orrrr….paint it on the side of his car?? Get a large gospel choir to sing it to him? Plenty of more obvious routes to go! xo
Or you could do what I did…I was in the upstairs bathroom and yelled “SCOTT GET UP HERE!!” He thought I fell and broke my leg or something. 🙂
Ack, he ate it? Oh my gosh. If you weren’t having food aversions and morning sickness already, that may have set it off 🙂