Scene: Our house, January 2004
Me: What is the deal with this super PMS I’m having? It’s like PMS on steroids. Why does my back hurt? Why do my breasts hurt?
Mr. Fraulein: I don’t know—late cycle? It can’t be that you’re pregnant yet, right? Since we tried exactly one time so far?
Scene: Our house, a couple of days later
Me: So I still haven’t gotten my period and I feel like my body has been taken over by aliens.
Mr. Fraulein: Um, I don’t know. How often do people get pregnant on the first try?
Me: No clue. I guess it’s time to buy a pregnancy test.
Scene: Our bathroom, later that evening
Me: Holy crap. There’s the blue plus sign.
Mr. Fraulein: SCORE!!
Fast forward to…
Scene: St. Elizabeth’s Medical Center, Boston, Oct. 1, 2004, 7:01 p.m.
Seeming cast of thousands of nurses, technicians, etc.: PUSH!!! PUSH!!! PUSH!!! Keep PUSHING!!!!
Me: AAAIIIIGGGHHHH! AAAIIIIGGGHHHH! Holy $@#, there’s the feet! Look at that-- I see FEET!
Nurses, etc.: IT’S A GIRL!!!
Mr. Fraulein: I told you not to be so sure it was a boy.
Fast forward to…
Scene: Our house, this morning
Peanut: I’M FOUR!! I’M FOUR!!
Me: What is the deal with this super PMS I’m having? It’s like PMS on steroids. Why does my back hurt? Why do my breasts hurt?
Mr. Fraulein: I don’t know—late cycle? It can’t be that you’re pregnant yet, right? Since we tried exactly one time so far?
Scene: Our house, a couple of days later
Me: So I still haven’t gotten my period and I feel like my body has been taken over by aliens.
Mr. Fraulein: Um, I don’t know. How often do people get pregnant on the first try?
Me: No clue. I guess it’s time to buy a pregnancy test.
Scene: Our bathroom, later that evening
Me: Holy crap. There’s the blue plus sign.
Mr. Fraulein: SCORE!!
Fast forward to…
Scene: St. Elizabeth’s Medical Center, Boston, Oct. 1, 2004, 7:01 p.m.
Seeming cast of thousands of nurses, technicians, etc.: PUSH!!! PUSH!!! PUSH!!! Keep PUSHING!!!!
Me: AAAIIIIGGGHHHH! AAAIIIIGGGHHHH! Holy $@#, there’s the feet! Look at that-- I see FEET!
Nurses, etc.: IT’S A GIRL!!!
Mr. Fraulein: I told you not to be so sure it was a boy.
Fast forward to…
Scene: Our house, this morning
Peanut: I’M FOUR!! I’M FOUR!!
Happy Birthday Peanut!
2 comments:
so I missed the date, the first time I read it. I was about to start congratulating you and then I got confused and had to go back and start over...
Happy Birthday Peanut!!!! :) Four is such a GREAT age!
Happy Birthday Peanut! When you're old enough you can have a blog of your very own!
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