It's Official

We got the call last night, and it appears that we're along than we thought. Obviously, more details will emerge as the pregnancy progresses, but they're assuming we're at about the two month mark. That means it's probable that THE WEEK my wife went off birth control, I ably performed my manly duties.

Once again, rough guesstimations and the best laid plans of mice and men have drastically gone astray. Conventional wisdom can suck it.

Now, I may just be nitpicking here, but when the doctor's office calls to give you "the news," why do they assume a positive result should be congratulated? In our particular situation, certainly, but we're just one couple. I can imagine a whole spectrum of circumstances where an additional mouth to feed may not be the greatest news in the world, or may in fact be the dawning of a woman's nightmare.

I'm not talking about the fact her new jeans won't fit for much longer. What if the woman in question had been raped, was ill, or had significant medical history that made a "normal" pregnancy unlikely if not impossible? Setting aside all of the complications that can arise even in the best of situations, with the purest of intentions, becoming a parent isn't getting a new job, or car, or even like anything else in the world. Wouldn't "I hope you're ready for this" be a more equitable segue into this particular piece of life-altering news?