Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Day One - The Countdown begins

Bec was supposed to only be going in for her yearly check up with the Doctor who looks at her lady parts. She had recently been having a burping issue and certain foods had given her nausea. I packed up her lunch, defrosted the car and sent her off to her early appointment. About an hour later, she calls.

"You're going to be a dad." The battery on the portable phone dies. Literally it conks out on those words from her. it's like system doesn't want to admit that I'm going to be a dad. I quickly grab the base unit so she doesn't think I'm splitting town. I reassure her that I didn't hang up. That I'm happy. Not that I'm running around the house, twittering the world and mailing out cyber cigars. But I am happy that it has finally happened.

We've been trying to get her knocked up for over a year. We hadn't resorted to any fertility witchcraft. No taking of temperatures or popping herbs from China. I hadn't called my man in Hong Kong to order up some ground tiger penis. We weren't going to go nuts to have a baby. We swore we'd take it in stride and fuck like rabbits.

The news was still a shock. I haven't even owned a dog. What am I going to do with a kid? Before I could contemplate this too long, the phone rings. It's my mother-in-law. I realized Bec didn't hold to our original plan of waiting until the 8 month to announce it. For once the mother-in-law was happy that I had done something to her daughter. She rarely approves of my career choices. She didn't seem to like knowing that I took Bec to the Bunny Ranch for our Sixth Anniversary. But now she was seeing how excited I was. I was still in a state of "MY GOD WHAT HAVE I DONE?" while figuring out what part of my life needs to be child proofed.

Bec came home and showed me the Ultrasound pic. It's the size of a butterbean so naturally I called it that. She's nearly 2 months along. This summer will not be as quiet as last summer.

I blame this whole thing on Dexter. Why did they have him knock up high girlfriend this season?

Now we get to do the fun part of borrowing other folks baby stuff. And then I have clean out the front bedroom which will now become the baby's room.

Seven months left.

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