Tuesday, 22 November 2011
This is a guest post from A Mom's Impression.
I want to tell you about the time I heard you existed. It was on a Saturday morning at about 7am. I had been up too late on that Friday night. I don’t know if I had a gig or if I was just out with some friends. But I probably drank too much and was in a deep sleep. Your mother came running in, turned on the light in the bedroom, and waved the pregnancy test in my face. “I’m pregnant!” she yelled. She had never seemed more alive.
I thought that I did pretty well. Handling that…. Yes, we had been trying to get pregnant. Yes, I was ready to be a father. But… Wow…. I didn’t that that it would actually work! Or that it would happen that fast. So there I was at the crack of dawn on a Saturday morning with a touch of a hangover clouding my head. I got up and went into the bathroom. I closed the door. I turned on the light. I looked at my face in the mirror for a long time.
Your mother left me alone. I was in there for about 10 minutes. I was just trying to get caught up, you know? I came out and we hugged. We talked about it for a couple more minutes. Will it be a boy? A girl? Healthy? We assured ourselves that we were ready. Then we really didn’t talk about it for the rest of the day. It just didn’t seem real. But you never left my mind.Read the rest HERE at A Mom's Impression.