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November 10, 2014 - 5:34 p.m. Baby Entry when we were in shoppers drug mart and got the call arms full of oral medicine droppers, she said, 'I shaved for the nurse' We put the items into the basket home to break the news. Arsenal is playing. He says the tank is low. The awkwardness ensues. We set up. The cell phone buzzes. Trade off. 'you should see your face' she says, lying beside me, hips propped up on a pillow. I am trying not to gag, and we're both laughing at this process. No air bubbles. woah, air bubbles. Shit. Worse the second time. Yellow cup first time. I take away to tools to clean in 'very hot water'. I'm preoccupied with protecting our pillows and stuff from ... stuff. I come back. 'I'm done.' Hitashi, out. That was fast. We lie beside each other, watching Brooklyn, 99. ( i think) and the timer is rolling on the laptop and the phone holy shit. this could be happening. Early wake-up call. Already awake. I'm nervous. Apparently I'm having dreams and saying out loud 'Don't worry, [her brother] we'll explain everything. Dreaming of the shoe on the other foot. And I'm back to making eggs, which are no longer just eggs. And things get weird like making sure I offer him dinner, And I'm curling my hair, putting on lipstick, brushing my teeth, waiting the required twenty, thinking how I need to pick up tampons for me and ... maybe a pregnancy test. Running late for work, I pop in to do my part, make a face and kiss my wife goodbye. Maybe this is the weirdest thing in the world. I hand her the vibrator. See you tonight. I call her from the car. Excited. Did it happen? How do you feel? It's like waiting for Santa Claus. She isn't done yet, but laughs, she lets me go. We talk later and the strangest part is realizing that I'm always thinking about it. I'm hyper aware of this thing that nobody, but my student-teacher, knows (mostly because she's like my stream-of-consciousness sounding-board... trapped listening to every stupid, or brilliant, thing that comes out of my mouth). She seems to find it pretty amusing. We talk later. She's the only one left from her company that hasn't been let go. Our luck in some departments is outrageous. And we are secretly, not secretly, doing this thing that is so intimate, yet public, that may, or may not be happening right now. I'm going to get her a basket full of pregnancy tests ... and tampax. And flowers. Either way. Baby, I love you.
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