Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Week 1
First off, I need to fend off consistent rumors thrust upon me by people trying to cast aspersion on my name. No, I did not decide to have a child in order to give me consistent blogging material. Granted, I actually found out officially on the day of my thirtieth birthday just like I planned, but no, it wasn't on purpose.
Secondly, according to S our initial conversation went like this:
S: I think we're pregnant.
M: We have to go to Spain.
Yes, I may have said that, but I can't be blamed, it was in the heat of the moment, I was just wanting to make sure that the little urchin was a world traveler. You know, it's all about the little one. Anyhow, even if I did say that, it was actually the second time she had handed me a positive pregnancy test.
S: Does this look like a second line?
M: I'm trying to sleep.
S: Does it?
M: I can't tell. The second line is faint.
S: I think I'm pregnant.
M: You're the girl who cried pregnancy. Every month it's, oh, I'm two days late, I think I might be having a baby. I'll believe it when your stomach gets to be the size of a watermelon.
S: I think I might be pregnant.
This took place at a cabin in West Virginia, and I was sleepy. Though, in my defense, she is the girl who cried pregnancy. Lord only knows if we had had kids every time she thought she might be pregnant we'd be well on our way to nine.
I had this great idea where I was going to blog about this whole impending doom (that's just the cute little name I call our strange looking creature. I think kids like nicknames) based on how big it was according to the week. Unfortunately, no web sites tell you how large your impending doom is at one week. So, let's go with a molecule, sliced thinly, and buttered. I'm certain that helps.
Day 1: I received the news while relieving myself in the bathroom. It wasn't quite as great as in the movies.
Apparently I did claim that we needed to go to Spain. In my defense, we have yet to go to Spain. Ergo; the comment was warranted.Listen, one day our child is going to learn to crawl towards us but Spain, besides the occasional plate tectonic movements isn't going to come to us. I'm just saying.
Days until it took me to make an ill-advised joke about falling down the stairs: 0.
It's funny how your life can change in a split second and yet remain entirely the same. Moments like that tend to be and far between, and a solid mix of wonderful and terrible things. I'd call this a wonderful thing, but what the hell do I know about having kids? Nothing. All I know is that I look forward to that moment in the hospital when they bring the child to me in the waiting room where I'll have been smoking cigars in a bowlers hat and trading stories with other newsmen, and I can give it a good strong name.
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Oh. My. God. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteYeah, it finally made the news! I am so excited for you and Stephanie...just as excited as I was three months ago:) Hope the blog livens up with clever banter about pregnancy wiles and woes!
ReplyDeleteKISSES!!!
I realize no one else will appreciate the reference, but I'm in total shock, so I'm sharing anyway.
ReplyDeleteAndrew Bertaina, played by Blue Dude
Steph Bertaina, played by Purple Dude
Impending Doom, played by Blue Alien
http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoID=1570627681
impending doom, so much better thab little sprout or brussel sprout!
ReplyDeleteif you start saving $100 a month for the nest 18 years you will be able to pay for one year of
college...or new furniture...or that trip to spain!
love the new profile pic...YOUR WHAT!!!HOW??
you can take classes on how to change diapers, how to burp, how to hold, how to feed, and
how to be a great parent from someone who has no children and charges $200 per hour consulting fees!!
enjoy the next 6 months, six weeks, six days,
six hours, and six minutes of bliss and sleep
Now that all the happy people have moved on to more recent blog posts, I can say it:
ReplyDeleteIs there not just as a good a chance you're making that face because S totally just peed on the stick that's in your face?
for the record, I'm a happy people too :) But I seldom offend myself.
ReplyDeleteStrangely, I didn't even think about the fact that she'd just peed on the thing. I guess I should have been offended, but I was more focused on the impending doom than the smell of fresh urine.
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