Do you remember where you were when...?
For one generation it was December 7, 1941, for another it was November 22, 1963 and for the most recent generation the watershed moment was September 11, 2001.
For me, the dates that will be etched for quite a while are Wednesday, December 18, 2013 and Monday, December 30, 2013.
Though those dates aren’t earth-shattering for too many people, they caused my blood pressure to rise, and I went light-headed – all in a good way.
December 18 was the day my wife, Melanie, went to the doctor and returned with two little words, “I’m pregnant.”
It was stunning because at 46 years old I never thought I would hear those words. At least not spoken to me. Especially after a doctor told us a while back that the time for us was over.
Having to wait until well after Christmas for an ultrasound to tell us specifics, we bought a book to tell us what to expect. We read that during a week and a half spent speculating and laying down plans for a summer birth.
Perfect for me. The 2013-2014 school year would be long over and there would be at least a month until the 2013-14 fall sports seasons began. Plus that would give us time to be fully prepared for our new arrival.
Shock No. 2 came Monday. We thought summer because that’s what the initial bloodwork seemed to indicate. The ultrasound tech laughed when we said how far along we thought we were. It took a few minutes to register when she joyfully said that Melanie was in fact at 35 weeks and due in the first week of February.
I think the noise I made was a combination of a Scooby Doo “Zoiks” and Charlie Brown “Augh!” We haven’t really deciphered that yet.
So many things to consider that we hadn’t talked about yet. So many ways to influence a child. Coke or Pepsi? Pizza Hut or Dominos? I guess those things don’t really matter in the long run. We know eventually our child will have a mind of his own and be making those decisions for himself. We will love him if he decides to lead an alternative lifestyle – you know – like cheering for the Dallas Cowboys or New York Yankees.
I refer to the baby as him cause in my heart I guess that’s what I’m hoping for, but I will be over the top either way with a boy or a tomboy. (Stole that line from a co-worker).
So now we have just one surprise left as we won’t know if it’s a boy or girl until the day. Hopefully I’ll be able to utter something a bit more coherent at the moment.
Fight Like a Warrior
That is the slogan Grovetown High School will have on T-shirts they will be selling in the school’s media center beginning Tuesday in support of Eve Gallo and her family. The Lady Warriors’ freshman softball player went to the doctor Dec. 13 to have a lump on her neck checked and she was diagnosed with T-cell leukemia and lymphoma.
She’s been hospitalized at Children’s Hospital since that time and funds raised will go to help defray those and future costs. Short sleeve shirts will go for $10 while long sleeve shirts will cost $15.
I wish nothing but the best for Eve and the whole Gallo family as they go through their battle with this disease.