Originally written on August 12, 2009

Jeremy’s great aunt passed away this week. 

We drove the 5 hours up and back for the funeral.  It was pretty basic as funerals go – she was an outstanding old lady with family and friends that took care of her right up to the end while she battled cancer.  I only met her twice but I can remember that she had this confidence about her that is uncanny in today’s world. 

This event, this gathering, this day meant that we were going to be slaughtered with the reproduction questions from Jeremy’s side of the family.  Think naked celebrity and paparazzi…that kinda ambush.  I told Jeremy that we could go ahead and tell people.  But I got the big fat veto on that one.

My boyfriend is really excited.  Did I mention that already?  He is soooo super excited and tells me all the time.  All I think about these days is false positives.  That’s right.  No doctor has confirmed this pregnancy.  It could be totally a false positive.  It happens all the time…improper testing, a chemical pregnancy, phantom-hCG, defective tests, trophoblastic disease (can you tell I googled it?).  And what if that is what is happening here?!?!   I could totally be still little ole me…with a very empty uterus.  I could be having a hysterical pregnancy!  Or I could just be hysterical!!!!

(!!!) – that was for good measure 🙂  

Back to the point…

Jeremy’s excited.  And his excitement is only furthered by the fact that Dinobug will be the first grandchild for his family.  Talk about pressure.

Dino (if you are in there) – you better not disappoint.

The gloves are off. 

We are counting on you.

Basically, Jeremy said that he didn’t want the announcement that I got knocked up to be marred by the death of Aunt Jo.  That he just wanted the news of a baby to be a celebration and that everyone should feel free to be happy on that day.  And that we should give due respect to the life of such an amazing woman.  What a sensitive man I married!  Seriously.  Maybe it is because I am a flake.  I wouldn’t have thought of that in a million years.  Or maybe it is just because I am all sperminated.  It messes with your brain.  Or could I be blaming my weirdness on a blighted ovum?