amazngj's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The one you've all been waiting for This is it, the long awaited, eagerly anticipated announcment, or at least public reaction to the announcment. I don't know if this is the entry anyone has been waiting to read, but this is the entry I've been waiting to write, and yet I still have absolutely no structure in my mind on what I want to say or how I want to say it. I'll start with the story of how I came to learn the news, and then I'll see where my mind decides to take my fingers from there. Sunday night, the twentieth of July, my first day in my new store, liz called me towards the end of my long night and asked me when I'd be home, I told her that I was having a good day but that they didn't know how to close and leave quickly, so I probably wouldn't be leaving until after 1am. I told her I had to stop and buy ciggarettes on the way, and she told me not to bother, just come home. I did arrive home shortly before two, and Liz happened to be sitting on the front steps waiting for me. This happens to be the same spot I was waiting for her to pull up when I was going to propose to her back on January 12th, 2002, but that's a different story for a different time. She asked me about my day and about my store and I told her everything and then we went inside. We sat on the couch and I asked her about her day and she told me about work and the usual stuff and then she got up and went to the microwave. When she retruned to the couch, she handed me the stick - with two pink lines. I smiled, beaming up at her, looked into her eyes and asked, "and how do you feel about that?" (inside joke, some will get, to the rest I'll explain if you ask) I smiled, we smiled. We hugged. we cried, I think I even tried to dance with her. And then we talked late into the night about everything. We wanted to tell everyone right then, but we wanted to tell family in person. We didn't want family members finding out from anyone but us, so before we could tell people at work, we had to figure out when to tell Ron and Suzanne. Our best chance was Tuesday morning before they went to work. We went over around seven fifteen, and eventually told them simply, "We're expecting." We told Ben Thursday night. We took him out to eat at the Chinatown buffet. Liz hit him with twenty rapid fire questions about things gong on in his life and then randomly through in after one of his answers, "I'm pregnant." We finally went out to Winchester, VA to see Tom on our way to my parents house this past Wednesday, and we took him out to Ruby Tuesday's. At the restaurant we entered and when they asked whether we wanted smoking or non, Liz replied non-smoking and followed the hostess. Tom and I followed, and Tom asked me, "Did you guys finally quit?" To which I replied, "Yeah, it's bad for the baby." When we arrived at my parents they had just finished eating dinner and we said hello and everything and then I said that we had brought dessert for everyone. Mom cleared the dinner dishes and I told her that Liz had picked out dessert. Liz then handed my Mom a bag with Ice Cream ... and pickles. I also decided that the best way to inform certain friends, i.e. Virgil and Erin was to send them the link to this page, and await their response to my subtle news. Everyone's reaction was thrilled and supportive and with great excitement. Everyone's advice has been appreciated and helpful but noone has reacted as happily as I feel. Come the end of March of 2004, I am going to be a father. My wife is going to be a mother. We are going to be parents. I know this all may seem very redundant to anyone reading this, but I can't say it enough. I am so thrilled. I am going to have a little boy or girl in my arms, looking up to me for love, support and guidance. This little life that Liz is carrying is going to be relying on me to provide it with a future. And I don't have a clue how to do that. But I can't wait to figure it out. I'm not expecting it to be easy, I know I wasn't an easy child to put up with. But my parents did put up with me, and I am happy with how I turned out. They raised me to be the type of person that the woman of my dreams would fall in love with. Liz was also raised pretty damn well, and her parents had almost nothing in common with mine when it came to child rearing philosophies. My parents were republicans. Hers were democrats. I had strict rules and bedtimes and curfews and restrictions. I was never allowed my own phone line or a television in my room. Liz had only to follow basic common sense rules, where her parents stepped in only if she seemed to be getting to far out of line. We both were given opportunities to explore our values and identities but in very different ways. But the one thing that I can see that her parents and my parents had in common: They loved each other and their children without ever doubting, questioning or waivering in the communication of that love. I think it all comes down to that. No matter what the rules or freedoms. To turn out right, all you need is love. I love Liz with all my heart, and I already love this child she's carrying. I think this little person is going to turn out pretty well, and I'm going to love every minute of this adventure. 02:00 - 10 August 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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