|Despite appearances, it's not a Gummybear|
This made no sense to me.
But I acquiesced, thinking Sarah just wanted some "alone time" before heading into Boston. When when I got home she said, "You know those pants I just bought? I don't think they are going to fit anymore." I responded with a thoroughly confused, "Ummmmmm, Ooooookkkkkkkkk. I don't think you need to, but do you want to return them." Sarah, thinking she was being quite obvious, looked at me with a tint of frustration and said, this time a bit less subliminally, "I bought a pregnancy test."
At this point, two things were going through my mind: This is either really good news or really bad news. Truthfully, I had no idea how to respond (I was a bit slow to pick up on what was going on). I think I mustered a weak, "And?"
My emotions at this moment were probably best summed up this way:
I felt like I did at this moment:
+ this moment:
+ How David Hasselhoff probably felt in this moment (minus the sweet jacket):
+ a little bit of this:
I couldn't be more happy, but I have to admit, I'm also just a smidgen overwhelmed. I don't know how to "swaddle" or change a diaper; and I'm only partially sure I even know what "dilated" means. But at the same time, I have about 5 months to figure it...out...
Wait...I only have five months! I'm watching this RIGHT NOW:
All kidding aside, we're exceptionally excited. In fact, I've even already nicknamed him/her "Sparty." Yes, this came from this:
Sarah thinks it's problematic if Sparty is a she. I see no problem. In a few weeks we'll have the option to find out the gender. We change our minds about finding out about every hour. Feel free to post a comment on this blog if you think it's better to be surprised or to know in advance.