BTW, how I found out was rather humorous. This is from my blog:
Life will find a way…
Remember that line in Jurassic Park where Jeff Goldblum’s character is pontificating about the way nature can’t be boxed in and quantified? I know what he means now…
Last Tuesday I had a hell of a day at work. It’s all good, but we were working on a $6 million proposal to a potentially big donor. Like many of the big ones, this was “writing by committee.” As the writer, I have the ****** job of taking four or five people’s “must haves” and making them converge into one nice, crisp, interesting narrative flow. Since this was a business proposal, (about business, that is), the challenge is just that much more difficult.
Anyway, that’s way off topic. Suffice it to say we went through about four drafts that day.
I got home and Grace asked me how the day went. I meant to keep it short and sweet because, despite my “online persona,” I am not one to blab on and on about my problems. Especially if they stress Grace out. She followed me back to the bedroom/bathroom and sat on the edge of the bed. I went over and brushed my teeth, trying to talk while doing it. It was pretty funny. But then I noticed a home pregnancy test near the bathroom sink.
“Isn’t it a bit early to be trying those right now?” (It came out more like “Ippint a bi ewwee tubby twying tose wight wow?”) The day before, she had told me that we could test in about a week…
“Look at what it says, honey…” I looked again. It showed two pink lines. But I didn’t really get it because I was mainly thinking Didn’t she pee on that? What’s it doing near my toothbrush…?
I spit and said, “Okay, but I don’t know what two pink lines means. If you were pregnant, you’d probably have attacked me with the news when I walked in.” Her jaw almost dropped. “Look at the other one!”
There was another one? I looked. It was a fancy, high-tech tester with an electronic LCD display. It clearly said, in all caps, “PREGNANT.”
“You’re kidding me.” I had toothpaste goo running down my chin.
“Are you blind???”
"I turned around again and looked. Right there on the counter–and it isn’t big–were two pregnancy tests, a pink pacifier and a blue pacifier, and a big bottle of sparkling cider with all kinds of frilly bows and ribbons on it. I don’t know how I missed it, but I turned back around and said to Grace, “We’re going to have a stupid baby!”
And then we snuggled. (No, not that kind of snuggling…)
After a few minutes of that, I went to hit the Play button on the bedside iPod stereo. I said, “Whatever plays next will be the first song we ever heard as parents.” It was a sola fide debate between John Martignoni and an evangelical pastor. Lol.
So, anyway, I’m gonna be a daddy. I’m finally able to take a full breath now. To say I’m a little anxious would be an understatement. Happy, yes, but I’ve got to get cracking on a major new stream of income ASAP. Anyone want some plasma?