This has been a rough four weeks, let me tell you. I hate keeping secrets like this so I decided not to blog for a while so I wasn’t tempted. And if you think I’m being a little over the top I can assure you I’m not – I’m ready to announce an impending baby from the day my wife is late. I announced Master6 the day after conception.
|Me. Tracey didn’t have makeup on.|
Tracey has been weeping tears of joy (that’s the line we’re taking with the little kids anyway) and celebrating by throwing up in the toilet and assorted bowls and buckets now strategically scattered throughout the house. Usually I’m high-fiving myself and strutting around the house like I’ve done something unique, but this time it’s been a bit more of a shock – when you’ve had a guy ferreting around inside your sack with a pair of scissors you think you’re done.
Telling our parents was harrowing. You never really grow up, do you. Both sides took it surprisingly well, though. Better than the last two announcements anyway. I think because they know we’d set about ending our run of births they realize this kid was just meant to be.
We’re blaming our friend Chris. We told him we’d name a boy after him a while back, but then had nothing but girls. He was a little put out when I told him I was retiring the fella’s. As it turns out we conceived the week after his funeral. We’ve got this image of him sitting on a cloud muttering, “tell me you’ll name a kid after me and then get the snip, will you. I’ll show you.” So I guess if its a boy the name is good and sorted.
But despite our slow-to-be-thrilled start, we’re really getting into it now. Kids are all thrilled to pieces and very excited about a new sibling. Yesterday we saw a tadpole like thing on a screen and now we’ve been introduced we can’t wait to meet him/her.