Following up on my earlier post re: The Joke Is On Me.....I'm ready to spill the beans, even though I'm not yet having a knee-slapping good time. Not just yet. I am, at least, starting to catch my breath finally, and I've been afraid to write this down, because writing it down and/or telling people makes it real. But, okay....here goes. It was confirmed today.
i am preggers.
Knocked up. Bun in the Oven. The Rabbit Died. Yes, all of it. And there is nobody more shocked than me and my husband. We thought we were way past all that. The odds against it at my age are really, really high. Maybe we should have purchased a lottery ticket that night instead. :)
At any rate, now I have to rethink my entire life and halt all the momentum that was headed in the other direction. I have real estate issues, insurance issues, lifestyle issues and pure shock to deal with. And my poor husband just turned 50. He is more stunned than I am, if that's possible.
But today, I saw and heard the tiniest little heartbeat just thumping away. Yes, God does have a brilliant sense of humor, and I believe He has a plan. I sure hope so, because I don't. At least not yet.
I never wanted to be a mom, but it looks like I will be in November. Go figure. Time to think about life in a whole new way. And maybe that's the biggest gift of all.