I’ve been waiting for an opportune time to tell y’all something. What is opportune, you might ask? Well, feeling human was a prerequisite. Not being asleep at the keyboard. But the other undefinables of “opportune” seem to slip past me, and the day passes and I haven’t told you. And then there was the clever aspect. I mean, most people manage to be all witty and cute about such things. And in weeks of wracking my brain, I’ve found neither witty nor cute.
Just from that statement there, about half of you have guessed my news, so I might as well clue in the other half.
I’m pregnant.
My husband and I are expecting a child.
We will be parents by Christmas, if God is willing.
And to answer your questions:
*Planned
*Due on my birthday in September
*I’m nearly 10 weeks
*The pre-natal name is Alpha
*We won’t know for sure the post-natal name until the baby is here
*The deciding voter in our little democracy of two (me) has veto’d knowing the gender of the baby before it arrives
*We are excited/terrified
*I’m going to have to masquerade as a less-pregnant woman in order to attend Gencon, but we’re going to try
*Medium morning sickness and heavy sleepiness, but not bad considering
*My mother-in-law already has plans on how to rearrange the house
*We have seen a heartbeat in the ultrasound during our first visit
*I have not yet told work/church (I don’t think I can handle my youth group’s enthusiasm…)
I’d just like to point out that I did my youth retreat AND the all night Rock-a-thon through morning sickness and exhaustion, and I’m very proud of myself.
My Truant Pen 