Musings on the everyday absurdities of my life. Love, marriage, and whatever comes next.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
The Makings of a Very Awkward Conversation
We told my parents the good news last night. For now, they are the only ones who know (other than the interwebs, of course. I've got my priorities straight!). Since we're big nerds organized, Victor and I have set a schedule of who to tell when. I decided to tell my dad first because I knew that if I told my mama she would make such a ruckus that I would probably never get to tell my dad myself (and I was correct). When I picked up my phone I started to get nervous. I felt like I was calling my daddy to tell him his little girl was no longer a virgin. What would he think? Victor assured me that my dad had most likely already had surmised this detail about me based on the fact that, you know, I had been married for over a year. And not in the 1960's sitcom kind of way either. But my dad's response confirmed my fears.
Me: So, I'm pregnant.
Dad: (long pause) How did THAT happen?
A 28 year-old Southern belle living in the mid-Atlantic with my husband Victor and my nefarious feline, Alyosha. I love all things scientific, objective, and pink. Redundancy and inefficiency are my mortal enemies. I get my jollies doing experiments, lindy-hopping, and drinking wine from a box. I am impatiently waiting to see what life has in store for us.