Wednesday 3rd March 2010
Gestation: 22 weeks, 5 days
One year ago.
“Hey love,” I say, waking tired.
We lie still for a bit.
“Sorry for being a pain in the arse yesterday,” Suse finally says.
“That’s okay,” I reply, not quite sure if I mean it.
“It’s just that I’m petrified of getting pregnant this month,” she continues. “Petrified of getting pregnant. And petrified of not.”
“Fair enough,” I say.
“And then… Well, you know.”
“Well, you were getting all full-on about buying a new car. And buying property. And setting us up for a family. And so, I just kind of freaked out.”
I look at her dumbfounded.
“We’ve been talking about getting a new car for a while.”
“In fact, you suggested it.”
“And you were more excited about buying a house in the country than me.”
I stop, staring at the roof, at least able to see the humour in it today.
“You realise that you don’t make any sense whatsoever.”
Suse sighs heavily.
“I know,” she says.
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