Woohoo!

With one swift attempt (C must be a fetility god in the flesh), I am ecstatic to announce my pregnancy to the world!

Except my father.

He never needs to know.

Just kidding.... I am giving him the news this afternoon. Our darling one-to-be was conceived on Thanksgiving. We were very thankful that evening, you see. My daughter has promised not to eat the baby, so she seems to be taking it well. I made an ecard announcement, complete with a sperm and egg. Hanging above, it reads, "Guess What?" How cool is that. But, to make it really classy, it playes "Chariots of Fire". I wonder how many people won't get it....

C was very happy when I broke the news. I took the test with my daughter, M. It turned positive immediately. I took the back up test as additional proof my love, the scientist, and waited for him to come home. At one point he asked for bread and butter. I grabbed some bread, and delivered it to the table. I did the same for the butter. Then I said, "Oh, you will need a knife, too." At this point, I handed him the knife and both positive tests.

C looked like the RCA dog for a moment, with his head cocked and a sudden look of confusion on his face. This was abruptly replaced with the world's biggest grin. He came over, smiling, holding me, and kissing me. We laughed and laughed. I am sure that from here, it will all go downhill.....as I get fat. I am joking, of couse....C is practically beating on his chest every moment of the day. I am so proud of my big daddy!

My daughter wanted to get online so we could see what the baby looks like at this stage. We discovered my due date is 8.22.04. We found a picture of the one-month old baby, and I must say she was very unimpressed!