EEEAAAYAAAYYYYYYYAAAYYYY!
That was the sound that my mother made.
I've never heard it before.
A primal expression of happiness, hope, and most of all, I assume, relief... I am sure my parents have wondered if they'd ever get this news.
We played it cool. Talking about a doctor's appointment I had had during the week...before noting that Jo-Elle also had been to the doctor. You could actually hear them holding their breath on the other end of the line.
She's pregnant.
We had to move the receiver as the cacaphony on the phone was so darn loud.
That was a lot different from how I found out 17ish weeks ago.
We were lounging. Jo-Elle had been acting a bit cagey that late morning. She got up unceremoniously and headed into the bathroom. She was there so long, I started drifting back off to sleep before the rattling of the old bathroom doorknob startled me (its loose and I need to do something about that...).
Out of nowhere, "Well, I'm pregnant."
No lead up. There it is.
It was a shock. I probably concerned her by responding slowly. I was happy. Still am.
We didn't tell anyone for a while. The whole Jewish tradition of not counting your chickens on this stuff seemed pretty appropriate and we sorta followed the whole "don't say anything until the second trimester" thing. Some of you already knew. Some of you didn't... But I've been looking for something interesting to write about for a while and this would certainly qualify, so tune into this here blog. I'll be writing a lot from here on. Partially to calm my nerves...partially to keep y'all in the loop...but mostly to ensure that we always remember the wonderous stuff that is now starting to take shape (litterally and figuratively, I suppose).
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3 comments:
Congratulations! Welcome to (pre-)parenthood. BTW, did you mean "not starting to take shape" or "now starting to take shape"?
This may be TMI but I often languish in the bathroom in the morning.
TMI? Never...well...yeah maybe... Oh Anonymous, you're wacky...
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