I can see the future

Adam told Samantha, one of his sisters, that we're trying to have a baby. At this rate, the whole family, except my mother, will know and when she finds out there will be hell to pay. (As much as I want to keep her out of the whole process, I'm rapidly fearing the fallout that is sure to come when we do get pregnant.)

My husband's increasing excitement at the prospect of becoming a father, again, is blurring his common sense. He's been telling me, since day one, that we're going to hide the pregnancy from family members until things are more settled. Um, yeah, except he couldn't wait a week to tell family when we got pregnant with Mazzy. (He blames me because I told Charlotte, but whatever.)

Every time his eyes light up and he starts talking all poetically about the future and our baby, I freeze. I want to live in that fantasy with him, but I'm so scared that it will never happen and he's going to be devastated.

It's weird because, usually, I'm the one living in What If Land and he's trying to drag me kicking and screaming in to reality.

Mostly, though, I think about placing bets on how long he can keep his damn mouth shut when we get pregnant. A week? Three days? 20 minutes?

Any takers?

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sarah shivers said…
half day from when u tell him :)

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