The day I got the news

      So, here we go. It's been a little while since I last posted... though nobody has ever seen this blogspot, so I guess it really doesn't matter that much.

   The first order of business will be the day I found out we were going to have a baby. (I didn’t even consider BABIES at this point) The day I found out that we were going to be parents will stay with me till the end of days.

November 12th, 2011

   I got a call from Kristy saying that she was at a Christmas craft fair with her mother and Karla and that I should come. I hummed and hawed about going. I mean, Christmas craft fairs are great and all, but... um… yeah.

   When I got there I couldn’t find parking, I was getting irritable ‘cause I was hungry, I wondered what the hell I was doing going to a Christmas craft fair with three women who are extremely into Christmas and with the  communication issues we were having with the phone, I was getting more irritable by the second. Then on top of that, I find out that I had to pay to get in. Kristy really wanted me to go in. Or more precisely wanted me not to go home. (I’ll mention why in a second.) Because she paid my fare expressing how much it meant to her that I was with them. "What the Hell," I thought with a sigh, "I’m here, might as well make the most of it." 

   I went in. I perused. I started to relax and got into it a little.  After walking around for a bit we stop at a booth that is promoting weight loss supplements. I overhear Kristy talking to a woman about this weight loss program and Kristy was asking about possible risks for a pregnant friend. Ding, red light... *shrug* whatever. I chalked it up to us talking about her co-workers trying to get pregnant in our previous day’s discussions. I listened for a bit, but quickly drifted away to find some food. 

   We meander some more and the three women buy a couple of things and we decide to leave. We say our goodbyes to each other and plan to meet up with Ron, Kristy’s Dad, at a sushi restaurant in a bit. Kristy grabs me and off we go to the car. As soon as the car door closes Kristy looks at me and says, “So Karla did a funny thing.” “Oh yeah?” I reply. (It should be noted that we did talk about the possibility of Kristy being pregnant over the previous couple of days, but we both thought that there just wasn’t any way… that was just denial and naiveté talking.) “She’s got this crazy hunch that I am pregnant.” She continues at my nod. “I told her that I couldn’t be and that she`s being silly, but she came all the way down from Duncan with a pregnancy test… So, to humor her I peed on the stick…” “And…? So…?” I ask. “We’re having a baby” She says after a second, then bites her lip and stares at me in silence... “Really?" I asked, smiling like a dumbass and feeling my face and body getting warm and tingly.

   What an interesting feeling; to know that you’ve wanted to have a child for so long, but deep down not believing that it would ever really happen… and then to have your dream come to life courtesy of the woman you love. I didn’t think that I could love Kristy any more than I already did, but to think that she was going to be the mother of my child; giving me my dream of becoming a father, made me realise just how much I loved her. She is my favorite person. The thoughts and feelings that were racing through my head at that indescribable moment that only a father to be can ever feel were just that, indescribable. The love for a woman that you know wants to be a part of your life forever and now wants to create a life with you; I was now a part of that club. That fantastic life giving, loving, caring, worrying, hair pulling, frustrating world of fatherhood, club.

   Then I was scared…

   I was going to be a father…

   whoa…

   As I look back on that moment I probably shouldn’t have driven anywhere, because I really don’t remember how we got to the restaurant only that we did. I don’t remember the conversations that we had along the way or what we talked about when we sat down. I know that Julie, Kristy’s Mom, already knew and that we needed to tell Ron. We waited till the last second to say anything. We were literally getting out of the chairs to leave when we blurted it out. I remember that he had an incredulous look on his face. Then he calmly said, “Really? Well here’s some free advice. Jump in front of a bus while you still can.” He was joking of course. Every time we have a Dr.’s appointment he’s on the phone wanting to know the latest details. Sometimes he’s so eager for an update that he phones before we even get to our appointment. :o)

   Incidentally, the reason that Kristy wanted me to come to the craft fair was because she had forgotten to put away the pregnancy test and didn’t want me walking into the bathroom and seeing it on the counter to be the way I found out. 

Stay tuned for the story of the first ultra sound.