Rambling Point

I’ve debated this post for a couple of weeks. Not posting has somehow felt dishonest. I know there is very little accountability in the blogging world, yet I still feel held to certain standards. I’ve not made this post for fear of possible repercussions associated with my job application. (According to the latest e-mail the process is on hold until some time in the new year.) After much thought, I’ve decided to go ahead and let the chips fall where they may.

It seemed to take forever to settle into a routine after we finally returned from our trip. I blamed it on the boys being sick. Then came Mark with his molars. Then there was a stretch where nothing happened, but nothing felt right. Then there was this fateful dinner. You see, I gagged on that meal and a light went on.

Ten minutes later I was staring at two pink lines.

I was stunned. All I could think was how I would tell Tim. I handled it with my usual grace and aplomb, blurting it out at the first opportunity, leaving him as shocked as I was. You see, it took eighteen months for our oldest and a year for our second. A missed pill and an off kilter schedule gave us this surprse. (Yes, yes, I am aware there is more, but my family might read this.)

It’s still early, but now it’s out in the open. I won’t have to tell Geoff that I’m driving and that’s why I abstained, no one will think twice when I order a second entree, and I finally quit worrying about whether or not I should tell.

As far as the job, this is our third, I’m aware of the commitment involved and the workload I can handle.