2008-05-31 - 10:58 p.m.
WE'RE GONNA HAVE A GOOD TIME
Hello! What's new?
I'm doing pretty good, thanks for asking. Tomorrow is my birthday! Cake and presents, woohoo! If you're looking for any last minute gift ideas for me, I'd like one of these Playstation 3s that I keep hearing about. Or an XBox 360. Perhaps even a Wii.
I keep meaning to buy one of those, but I never do. Maybe I'm waiting to see who loves me enough to buy me one. HINT HINT. Yes, I'm talking to YOU.
I could also use two fully paid college funds, adjusted at a rate to reflect tuition 18 years from now. So if you have any of those things lying around, feel free to just send it on over.
Last week was Charity's birthday, that's always fun. It was on Friday, which is nice because then I don't have to take the next day off of work like I usually do. We party pretty hard, let me tell you what. It's a scene, man. We have established these traditions for each other's birthday over these last several years, but sadly this year is probably the last time we'll be able to still do everything we've grown accustomed to doing.
I have also come to the realization that our birthdays fall far too close to Mother's and Father's Day, which isn't something you really think about until it gets right up on you. I wanted to do something special for Charity on Mother's Day this year, as I knew she wouldn't be expecting anything, since she is not yet actually a mother. But then I was like HEY, I also got her birthday a couple weeks later. That's two gifts back to back! I'm not made of money!
I ended up getting her these earrings for Mother's Day that she certainly seems to like. She better for what they cost! Charity isn't one of these girls that's big into jewelry, but I wanted to get her something just so she'd have this like little reminder of her "first" Mother's Day while she was pregnant. Nothing big, just something nice, you know?
And when we found out about the TWO babies, I tried to think of something that would come in a pair and that would make a good gift, and earrings were really all I could think of. So I went from buying something like a "I was pregnant on Mother's Day and all I got was this stupid t-shirt" t-shirt to buying something made of gold and diamonds. What a kick in the pants.
Anyway. Last time I believe I promised you a story about a mouse. And pregnancy. And I am here to deliver!
So back around January there was this mouse. You probably figured that out already. I don't know how it got into our house, as we've never had a mouse before. You may recall a mouse tale from years gone by, but that was when we were in college living in our college house. In our married house, we've had no such vermin infestation.
One evening I was sitting in my office/den/we still haven't named this room, sitting at my computer, just as I am right this very minute. This room is wide open... there's nowhere for a mouse to hide, there's no cracks along the baseboards he could pop in and out of. It's like that in the whole house, so I'm thinking he just ran into the place when we had a door open.
So I'm sitting there at the computer, I've got my legs stretched out, I'm all relaxed. I had socks on, thankfully. And suddenly, right out of the clear blue sky, I feel something crawling on my foot. And I'm like WHAT and I flick my foot and I feel the thing go flying. And I stand up and look and there's this mouse right in the middle of the floor, just sitting there like he's stunned.
I still can't believe that in this wide open room, some mouse thought he'd just walk right up to my foot and crawl on it. The nerve! I knew I had to try and catch and/or kill him, but I wasn't wearing shoes, so I wasn't about to stomp on him. Not that I'd have done it if I had shoes on, 'cause who wants to clean that up? So I'm thinking I have to catch him in something, but there's nothing good here to catch a mouse in.
And as I'm standing there thinking about what I could use, the mouse recovered and ran out through the open door to the hall. I followed him out of the room, but he turned another corner and I lost him. And now I knew I was up poop creek, because now I had to tell Charity about it, and you may recall from the previous mouse tale that she doesn't take that sort of news very well.
Jump ahead to two days later. Despite the traps I put down, the mouse had not yet been caught. Nor had he been seen again. Was he still in the house? Was he there hiding somewhere? We just didn't know. Then, shortly after dinner, Charity went up to our bedroom, I heard screaming, and I quickly realized that he was, in fact, still there.
He wasn't actually in our room, he ran across the hall in front of Charity before she got there. She had been frazzled ever since I told her about the mouse, and this just pushed her right over the edge. So she goes into our room, into the closet, grabs a SUITCASE and starts packing, insisting she's going to go stay with her mom until the thing is out of our house.
I had feared this day for quite some time, and I sat there begging her not to leave me. I think she was starting to relent, when suddenly... it happened.
SNAP.
I ran into my office-denish room and there he was, looking up at me with these tiny glassy eyes as the bar of the mouse trap lay clamped across his neck. Poor little guy. Rest in peace.
Charity was quite thrilled, as you can probably imagine. She didn't leave to stay at her mom's, but she had already planned to spend the next day with her mom, going to lunch and shopping and whatever it is they do. Her mom is a doctor, I don't remember if I've mentioned that before. She doesn't really practice anymore, she works at the hospital in more of a... I can't think of the right word. Administrative? That's probably it. An administrative capacity.
And as they were together that day, she just started to notice that Charity had this glow about her. Being a doctor who's been around pregnant women, I guess she could recognize certain signs like that. So I think she kinda slyly asked Charity how she was doing and how she was feeling, and Charity said she felt fine, but that for some reason her boobs were a little sore. And then sirens started going off for her mom, who put forth the suggestion that Charity might be pregnant.
WELL. Charity was a little late on her period, like 5-6 days, but that’s nothing to be alarmed about because Charity's body has always been kinda unusual where that stuff is concerned. She went on the birth control pill back when she was like 15 or so, well before she actually needed it for birth control purposes, because her “cycle” wasn't “regular”. I guess the pill regulates it or something.
So once she got off the pill, which she did shortly after we got back from our trip last year, her cycle went back to not being on time. That's more than you ever cared to know, I'm sure.
But the point is that she didn't suspect anything might be amiss, vis a vie having a bun in her oven. So her mom’s suggestion sounded like crazy talk. But on the way home from their lunch and shopping adventure, they bought some home pregnancy tests, and they came up blue or + or however it is that they come up.
I had no idea about any of this, of course. I came home that day and Charity was fixing this huge meal... I think it was spaghetti and meatballs, which sounds really good right now. And there was salad and bread and everything. Mmmm. I’m hungry.
So we're eating and I noticed that Charity was drinking milk. Which was unusual because anytime she makes a big pasta meal like that, she always gets out a bottle of wine. Which she did on this occasion too, but she wasn't having any. Nor was I, and I rarely do anyway, so the bottle was out for no reason.
And I noticed she wasn't having any, and I thought "Hmm, I wonder why she wouldn't be consuming any alcohol. Perhaps there is a reason for this." I actually thought she might have read my latest blog entry, in which I had kind of kidded her, I ribbed her, I did a little joshing, about her alcohol consumption over the holidays. I thought maybe she was responding to that somehow. Stickin' it to me.
I did not draw what was, perhaps, the most obvious conclusion as to why she wasn't drinking. But later that evening, it all made sense when she informed me that we were going to be somebody's mommy and daddy. And what a nonstop crazy adventure it has been since that fateful day.
I shall return soon with wacky pregnancy tales. As I alluded to last time, I've got all kinds of topics... crazy mood swings, weird food cravings, a big growing belly. I think I also mentioned that there has been some serious growth in the boob region. There's lots more still to come on those. (That's what she said!)
GOOD BYE
