if she's anything like me, she ran the telling through her mind any number of times, like practice, only imaginary. i imagine the five maybe ten minutes of ordinary everyday smalltalk that preceeded the telling was somewhere between nervewracking nailchewing & tingling anticipating. i know she knew the reaction would be good, but i also know what took her all those minutes nattering on about ordinary everyday this & that, before she told me:
"mom, i'm pregnant"
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
eight weeks.
my daughter was born 12/21, nine days after my twenty second birthday. her due date was 12/16, she was late. (there's a name for that now -- it's called 'amanda time' as in, i'll be there in a half an hour, amanda time, which means 'relax kick back read a book it'll be awhile') anyway.
her due date is either 12/12 or 12/16, depending on the chart you use for figuring. and she will turn twenty two on the twenty first.
i bet it's a girl.
