There are a lot of ways to say the same thing.
A doctor might conclude, “You’ve conceived.”
A husband might say, “We’re expecting.”
Someone less refined might complain, “I’m knocked up.”
Octavian Nothing would say, “You’re fruitifying.”
A general authority might say, “You should multiply and replenish.”
A medical book would state, “You’re gestating.”
A proper Victorian lady would admit, “I’m in the family way.”
A thesaurus might use a few words you’ve never heard, “gravid, parturient, enceinte or perhaps parous”
Scott might say, “You’re preggers.” Or “Preggo” or “Pregenator” or anything that follows this formula: preg + annoying suffix = irritated Lonica.
But, perhaps the best of all was when my good friend asked, “Is it true? Are you with child?”
Immediately, Mary, the mother of Christ, popped into mind. While I’m certainly not anticipating mothering the next Redeemer, I wouldn’t mind finding favor with God like Mary did.
My response? “Just call me Mary.”
However it might be said, we’re saying it and we’re experiencing it.
Come about the 30th of August, Scott and I expect to receive a new little member to our family.
This was a bit of a surprise to me. Even though I had the stick to prove it, I arrived in the doctor’s office fully expecting him to put his ultrasound wand up to me and question my ability to pee correctly. Much to my relief though, a our little, 1.6 cm peanut quickly appeared, complete with a tiny flashing light, that the doctor informed us is his 157 times a minute heartbeat. Apparently, this is good.
It was at this point I received the most unique complement ever given to me by a male. Apparently, I have a nice, long cervix, which indicates a ultra-low possibility of miscarriage. Oh, the up-swelling of pride this observation bestowed upon me. Somehow, I managed to take a completely undeserved delight in the hereditary genetics I managed to happen upon. Perhaps this should become some sort of new pick-up line; it was that fulfilling. Or perhaps it’s the ability to decipher fuzzy black and white images that was so appealing.
Now, four weeks later we’ve progressed from seeing a little flashing light on the ultrasound to actually hearing a thump…da…thump over and over again. The doctor says we’re good to go. Test came back looking good and our baby is growing strong.
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