Congratulations Mom and Dad, you’re getting old

Originally, Geron and I said we would wait until the end of January, first of February before telling anyone that we are going to be parents; however, after the doctor’s appointment yesterday, I was way too excited to keep it to myself. So, we decided we’d tell his parents when we were showing them the new house. We’d planned to go through every room and tell them what each room was going to be. Then, when we got to what would normally be the guest room, we’d just casually say “and this is going to be the nursery.” Well, we went through every room and finally got to the big moment and Patsy looked at me and asked “And what’s this room going to be?” Well, Geron was supposed to be the one to tell his parents! That’s just how its done! I answered “I’ll let Geron tell you.” Then she got this crazy look on her face like ‘could it be? All my life I’ve waited for this very moment. Is it finally hear at last?’ you know the look. And Geron said “the nursery. And she just laughed and cried and laughed and cried some more! And then all the questions and aha moments started spilling out for the rest of the evening. After dinner at Lillie May’s, we headed home and I called my parents. We were hoping my sister wouldn’t be home so that we could keep it from her until, February when we start telling everyone else, but Ann answered the phone. So, we decided we’d tell her, too, but only because she lives with mom and dad right now and would probably overhear something. I didn’t tell her. We chatted a bit and I asked to talk to Mom. When Mom got on the phone and said Hello, I said “Hey, Granny!” It took her a second. “GRANNY?!” she said “AREYOUPREGNANT!?” just like that, “Yeah.” Good thing we’d decided to tell Ann, too, because she knew now, as did my dad, and possibly even their neighbors! After talking to Mom, I said hi to my dad, who I called “Grandpa” cause I know that’s what he’ll want to be called when he is one. They’re pretty excited. But I imagine everyone is going to have a hard time keeping it a secret for a month. I keep wanting to call Holly and Jeff and Pam and Roger and friends all over the place. I think I’m going to have the hardest time keeping it a secret out of anyone, especially when I start throwing up.

Telling Mom and Dad

Let me preface all of this by saying my mother is dying for grandkids, and since my brother hasn't delivered the goods it has looked like it was going to be up to us for some time now. A few times we have told mom and dad that we needed to talk to them about something important. It seems that my mom always thinks it's going to be about having kids. Of course, it never has been until now.

The plan was to go meet Mom and Dad for dinner after the doctor visit and to show them our new house that we are moving into. As we drove across town to meet them. Lydia said something about not waiting to tell them like we had previously said, but we decided we would go ahead and tell them now. We met and the house and as we went room to room I was describing what each one was going to be used for. We we got to the office mom asked if it was going to be the nursery. I laughed and shook my head and said, "No, This is the office." We moved on and finally wound up in one of the back bedrooms. I nonchalantly said, "...And this is going to be the nursery." Mom's eyes got real big and she squeeked, "REALLY?" We nodded and mom kinda started jumping in place hugging herself. Dad was excited too, but didn't really get all goofy like mom did. We immediately forbid them to tell another living soul until we were ready for everyone to know.

What’s a matter? Cat got your tongue?

Yesterday was my first day back at school; we had in-service. My friend, Sally, our church pianist, is the music teacher at our school, and yesterday, she asked me if I was going by the church after work. I told her I couldn’t because I had a doctor’s appointment. (to confirm that there is a living being growing somewhere inside me, but I didn’t tell her that part) I left it at that and headed to the doctor after work. When Geron picked me up, I was feeling a bit nauseous, not the puking kind, just nauseous. He wanted to take my picture before I went in the office, and those of you who know me know that I don’t like to have my picture made. I’m not photogenic and I know it. Well, I let him take one and then we went into the office. Pregnant women everywhere!! I was feeling pretty weird and excited at the same time. I think it still wasn’t real to me that I could be pregnant. And I was worried, too, that there still might be the tiny possibility that I wasn’t pregnant and then I would be really disappointed. So, after what felt like an hour, the nurse called “Mrs.Brown?” and I followed her back into the hallway full of offices and other gyno rooms. She asked “What are you here for today?”, the typical question, and I answered “a pregnancy test.” “Have you taken a urine test already?” “Yes,” I responded, still feeling overwhelmed at the whole thing and thinking “don’t ask me to pee, don’t ask me to pee, don’t ask me to pee.” “Well, would you like to do another urine test or a blood test?” “BLOOD TEST…
(and being the person that shares too much information) I don’t think I could pee right now.” So, she sat me down, took the blood and told me it would be about a twenty minute wait if I wanted the results then. I said I’d wait. Somehow twenty minutes felt like twenty hours. And the whole time I was still thinking how humiliating it would be if she came out and told me that I wasn’t going to be a mommy in nine months. I debated whether or not to look at the pregnancy magazines they had in the hallway while I waited. I flipped through Good Housekeeping and finally decided I’d go for it. When twenty minutes were up I had a treasure of websites about baby nurseries, maternity dresses for special occasions(my sister’s wedding is in May) and found out that YES, I AM GOING TO BE A MOMMY! YEA!

So, at school today, Sally, my friend I mentioned above asked “What doctor did you go to?” (WHAT?!!?! How does she know I went to the doctor?) “Yesterday, you couldn’t stop by the church because you went to the doctor?” “Oh, yeah” I responded. “I had a doctor’s appointment and then, Geron and I showed his parents the house and then, we had dinner at Lillie May’s”. (thinking all of this would take her mind off the doctor.) ”So, what doctor did you go to?”she asked again. “The gyno” I said, very bluntly and casually. “OH, I just wanted to make sure nothing was wrong.”she answered. PHEW!!
Sally, I’ll tell you why in February.

better late than never

As I was reading my normal blogs today, I finally found the thing that I should have added to my Christmas list.(be sure to check out their sweet flash intro) ysmarko has a regular feature about Jesus junk that is usually pretty funny. Stuff that people put Jesus' face on to make a buck. Or I guess I should say the face most often associated with Jesus. Actually Jesus probably looked nothing like this. The face we think of as Jesus probably came from the guy who sat in front of Jesus in algebra. You know the one the confused teacher always called Jesus, but his name was really Gerald or something. This reminds me... At my middle school we had like a 100 Jerome's but only one Geron. So of course it was easier to call me Jerome than by my actual name. I hope you see the emotional damage you caused my fragile adolescent mind Mrs Mooney.

...or was it Mrs Moody?

Anyway, I guess I got off point there. Oh well here's some cool Jesus junk.

Oh yeah upcoming stuff. I'm launching a new web site with a partner in a few weeks. I'll keep you posted.

Good News

This afternoon I went with Lydia to her appointment with the Doctor. Last Saturday, She took the EPT test and it was positive, so today she was going to the doctor to confirm it. I've never been to a gynecologist's office before(go figure). It was overwhelming. Expectant mothers with bulging bellies were waddling all over the place; up to the desk then over to carefully sit in a seat. Most people looked happy, some sad. I saw a teenager come in with someone who looked to be her mother and sit in the corner of the waiting area. She was wiping tears, and wondered what her story was. I found a magazine and sat down to endure the wait.

Lydia finally was called back and was anxious as she was gone. I read an article in the latest TIME about the technology going into bowling balls these days and another about Martin Luther King Jr as I waited. As the giant fish tank I was sitting beside continued to grow in volume to a near deafening level, I waited. Finally she peeked out with a big grin on her face and said, "I need my purse." So I gave it too her and she went back inside. A moment later she reappeared,grin still intact, and said, "I'm Pregnant"

we finally got a piece of the pie

It's official. We're moving. We getting kinda good at this moving thing by now. This will be the 5th move since we've been married. We're not going far, just a little closer to both of our jobs. We found a little house pretty close to church in a part of town called redbank. no official move date yet. We're excited

brand new day

new year...new look...same great price!

Been working on a few little revisions here. this may not be my final look. I kinda fool with stuff till i'm happy with the way it looks. Any and all feedback would be appreciated.

oh i kinda did an animated version to see how that would be. check it out here

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