Something Is Different

I start every weekday the same way: up around five, shower, get dressed, eat breakfast, then I’m off to work. Monica is a different story, she’s a sleep junky and could easily sleep twenty hours a day so I knew something was up when I heard her get up and stay up while I was showering. When I finished my shower, I was greeted by her bright smiling face (she’s never bright and smiling in the morning) – she looked like she was about to burst. I already knew what it meant, even before she held up the little stick with two pink lines on it.
So that’s it. I’m going to be a father – we’re going to be parents. Good thing we bought baby furniture when it was on sale last weekend.