Our tickets were bought, our reservations made as an all expense paid belated honeymoon was all set. But then, the news came. Pregnant? I'll never forget calling Sandals to cancel a trip to Negril. How could this happen? Well I know how, but I was still a bit surprised. I have a feeling this won't be the first time our son changes or rearranges our plans. Or our life.
So as I spend this week at home, raking leaves and preparing for hurricane winds and heavy rain, dealing with the numerous political zombies banging on our door and wandering the streets in hopes of securing votes, I will try to think of what is coming instead of what could have been.
We could have been swimming up to the bar to order colorful drinks early in the afternoon. We could have been zip lining, sight seeing, and basking in the sun. The biggest decision I would have had to make this week would be deciding if the shirt I was wearing appeared clean enough to wear to dinner. So what happened?
Well birds happened, bees happened, and deciding not to renew that birth control prescription happened. So that leaves us here, preparing for Sandy and a baby shower next weekend. Maybe we'll do a Jamaica theme...virgin daiquiris anyone?
In all honesty, having a child is right up there with marrying my wife as my greatest moments, and I am glad to make any sacrifice needed for him. We've also been offered a rain check on the trip, so don't feel bad for me, even if I am a bit dizzy after the plasma donation in an effort to pay for the Pottery Barn curtains we hung in the baby room yesterday.