Wednesday 3rd March 2010

Gestation: 22 weeks, 5 days

One year ago.

 

“Hey love,” I say, waking tired.

“Hey.”

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.”

She stops.

“Fair enough,” I say.

“And then… Well, you know.”

“No?”

“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.”

“I know.”

“In fact, you suggested it.”

“I know.”

“And you were more excited about buying a house in the country than me.”

“I know.”

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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