Wednesday, October 01, 2008


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!!
Happy Birthday Peanut!


Misty said...

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!

Broadway Carl said...

Happy Birthday Peanut! When you're old enough you can have a blog of your very own!