Wy 2

So I made myself an appointment with Dr Bob to see if the cheapo test was right.

I still had doubt, five dollars can't buy you big news with any reliability.

Dr Bob assured me it was five dollars well spent and it was true, I was "expecting."

O.M.G.

Wendy was fifteen.

This was NOT in my plans.

When I told Wendy she thought I was kidding, because of course it WAS the most ridiculous thing I had ever said to her. After I convinced her I was telling the truth, all she could say was "I'm not babysitting and I'm NOT getting bunk beds." Then it was just a bunch of incoherent babbling.

Thats kind of what Jack did too. Wait, I guess I should clarify that, more incoherent babbling than usual.

This news was bigger than all of us and it was going to take some getting used to.

I think telling my family was the hardest. No, telling them I was pregnant with Wendy was the hardest, but trust me, this was no walk in the park.

As it turned out everyone seemed to be ok with our news and some even excited.

My friends were super excited and very encouraging, especially Trina who turned out to be my life coach and biggest support of all.

Trina would handle all the important details of my pregnancy for me like scheduling doctor appointments and keeping my smoking to under a pack a day.

She also took care of things like bringing me Milk Duds in the middle of the night, planning the BEST baby shower EVER and even bought and assembled the crib.*

She would read to me week by week from the What to Expect When You're Expecting book and reassured me it was ok when my ankles disappeared but that maybe a little exercise was a good idea.

Jack informed me early on that he was in charge of naming our little bundle, which to be truthful, looking back I should have known was a bad idea, but at the time I thought it was just something I needed to roll with, even though his names were not ones that I would have chosen.

If the baby was a girl, her name would be Kitty.

Not Katherine, Kitty.

If the baby was a boy, his name would be Wyatt.

I prayed for a boy.

The time came for the ultrasound.

Did we want to know the sex?

Are you kidding?

I had to know so I could mentally prepare.

The room was dark and silent.

Dr. Bob looked at us and spoke those dreaded words.

It's. A. Girl.

Cries rang out and tears fell as we embraced each other in support of the terrible news we had been given.

How could God play such a cruel cruel joke on us?

Kitty?

Kitty Swafford?

It was a curse bestowed upon our little girl before she even took her first breath.

But wait.

As Dr Bob ran the jelly laden ball across my giant belly again, he saw it.

There it was, bigger than life....

A WEENIS!

It was a boy!

It was Wyatt!

The angels sang and our tears turned to big wet happy drops of joy.

Now all we had to do was get him out.

*Trina and her husband Michael went to Sears to buy me a crib as a surprise.

When they went to the parking lot to get the car and drive around to will-call to pick it up, the REAL surprise was that someone had STOLEN their car!

Can you even believe that!