Whew, I am here. Good, good, good, because I will need you, Diary, more than ever, for the next SEVEN MONTHS!
Yes, you did that math right.
If I am counting correctly -- and Mercury and I have so very little sex that I am sure I am counting correctly -- and God willing, there will be a little Yg/Merc hybrid coming our way in September.
I am, of course, (somewhat? completely?) gabberflasted by this. I tested on Valentine's day, also our anniversary.
See, I had wondered why I was just not getting over that food poisoning I had in January. And then I started thinking that no spoiled-food bacteria (well, none that I knew of, at least, or I'd be too rich to be writing this), made your tits start looking better. So I bought a test.
I spent the first half of Valentine's day just digesting the news. First, I decided I a) wasn't surprised, and b) was at least relieved. This answers a lot of questions. Then I decided around noon in the ladies' room at work that I was glad as well as relieved. Not until that evening did I get an inkling that this could be fun.
And it's taken me a couple days to arrive at being actually happy about it.
But lest you think I've gone all nuts at the prospect of carrying around my own lima-bean-sized-piece-of-humanity's-future, I'd just like to say that I still feel ALL my prior resistance, and ALL my prior thoughts, are ALL still absolutely valid.
I just, well, God willing, can stop worrying about whether Merc is going to dump me for not having kids. Now, whether the opposite is true remains to be seen, of course.
In a little bit I will detail, maybe, Merc's reaction when I told him. And my family's reactions as well, and his family's.
And in a little bit I will detail, maybe, that I certainly did shed some private tears over the thought that everyone is so happy, and if I was 19, would everyone have been so darned happy? I still know I made the right decision but it's also very hard to be the only person in all this squealing happiness to mourn (privately, privately, ever so privately) that some(one)? never had a chance at such a reception. Or even that I never gave myself a chance to know what kind of reception it would have received. I was so practical.
It's in the past, I know that. But I guess I will just say that it would be a good world if every pregnancy could be greeted by everyone being so happy.
And, though this surely has no place in this entry, want some wacky news? I logged into my secondary email account and learned that B also "is pregnant," and at about the same time. Our parallel lives continue.
9:51 p.m. - 02-17-08
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