It rained off and on throughout the night last Thursday, and I was up and down with it. Friday morning the sky looked leaden and dark, and we overslept – my wife forgot to set the alarm clock, which hardly ever happens – and with the dim light we didn’t naturally wake up, as we often do. When she realized she was running late she got up and took a shower and I fell back into sleep. Then she said my name from the bathroom.
“What’s up?”
“Uh… I think I’m pregnant.”
“Get the hell out!”
But she had secretly taken a test the night before and it came out positive, and now she was staring at a second test, also positive.
My head felt so tired and strange. I knew that I was awake and that this was real, but there was a veil of unreality over it.
“Is it ok if I take some time before I react to this emotionally? I’m kind of shocked right now,” I told her.
Then she came over to the bed in her towel and we hugged. She was shocked too.
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