There comes a moment in everyones life when words quite simply escape you. Well most of them anyway. On one particular occasion for myself the dictionary fell open at only one page...'Fuuuuuuuuccck'.
You see, I had just had thrust before my tired early morning eyes the almost incontrovertible evidence that I was about to become a father, was a father in fact.
The morning in question was just a few days ago when my beautifull wife Katherine, who, suspecting that she may be rather late on her monthly period had decided to buy a home pregnancy test ' just to see' if she was, as it were, up the duff. After many years on the pill we were reliably informed ( no snickering ) that conceiving would ' probably take months' by friends and family alike. Oh how they must have wet their diapers behind our backs.
By our reckoning, she was pregnant within about 17 seconds of coming off contraception, now dear reader I either have incredibly fertile sperm swimming through my testes or people are ,well, full of bollocks, when it comes to matters about babies ( more of this to come).
And so it was I found myself lying in that beautiful semi- sleepy state at around 06.30 one weekday morning ( Come on guys you know the score, partners off to the shower, you have the luxury of a short lie in, the duvets warm..) when suddenly the door bursts open and in walks the Mrs.
'Ron....Huh, hu, aah, Ron,' She speaks through a haze of tears and also a hand clasped firmly over her mouth.
'What ,uh, what's happened?'
As I say these words the small piece of white plastic in her one free hand draws my focus like an iron filing to a magnet.
A breath from me and silence. Time slows( I think). Kath sits down on the bed with the offending object in front of her. At this point my main concern is that in the emotional confusion she has perhaps superglued her hand to her pretty face. It still hasn't moved.
'Uh' I say and remove the plastic doom bringer from her free hand, I notice with relief that the other is now reaching for a box of ever present tissues by our bed.
As I look at the little ' window' in the plastic, clear as anything is a symbol. A symbol which will change our lives forever. The symbol is a + .
' Fuuuuuuuuccck'
You see, I had just had thrust before my tired early morning eyes the almost incontrovertible evidence that I was about to become a father, was a father in fact.
The morning in question was just a few days ago when my beautifull wife Katherine, who, suspecting that she may be rather late on her monthly period had decided to buy a home pregnancy test ' just to see' if she was, as it were, up the duff. After many years on the pill we were reliably informed ( no snickering ) that conceiving would ' probably take months' by friends and family alike. Oh how they must have wet their diapers behind our backs.
By our reckoning, she was pregnant within about 17 seconds of coming off contraception, now dear reader I either have incredibly fertile sperm swimming through my testes or people are ,well, full of bollocks, when it comes to matters about babies ( more of this to come).
And so it was I found myself lying in that beautiful semi- sleepy state at around 06.30 one weekday morning ( Come on guys you know the score, partners off to the shower, you have the luxury of a short lie in, the duvets warm..) when suddenly the door bursts open and in walks the Mrs.
'Ron....Huh, hu, aah, Ron,' She speaks through a haze of tears and also a hand clasped firmly over her mouth.
'What ,uh, what's happened?'
As I say these words the small piece of white plastic in her one free hand draws my focus like an iron filing to a magnet.
A breath from me and silence. Time slows( I think). Kath sits down on the bed with the offending object in front of her. At this point my main concern is that in the emotional confusion she has perhaps superglued her hand to her pretty face. It still hasn't moved.
'Uh' I say and remove the plastic doom bringer from her free hand, I notice with relief that the other is now reaching for a box of ever present tissues by our bed.
As I look at the little ' window' in the plastic, clear as anything is a symbol. A symbol which will change our lives forever. The symbol is a + .
' Fuuuuuuuuccck'
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