Dimitri's penis works.
Dimitri and I will welcome our first child in early May.
We had family and friends over for a Labor Day Barbeque, and I slipped them the news then. Nothing fancy, just "Happy Labor Day, and, by the way, I'm six weeks pregnant" People gasped (I hope they were happy gasps) and I was instantly set upon my rampaging, hugging women. I still don't know who all tackled me, so I would be of no use in a lineup.
The mothers cried, my dad had a mini-heart attack, and my Nana said "I knew it!"
Sophie even HUGGED me. She then told me that I better lay off the booze, since, in case I wasn't aware, alcohol was not good for her grandchild.
So I am NOT soliciting parenting advice, nor do I want to hear what a traumatizing, humiliating, and utterly disastrous experience your pregnancy was. I'm just diggin' the fact that I have a pig/octopus looking creature inside of me and I don't feel like barfing.
So congratulate me and tell me that my labor will be no more painful than petting a kitten. Then tell me that it's acceptable behavior to keep grandparents at bay with long, sharpened poles.
Posted by Jen at September 6, 2005 2:17 PM