So, I get home from a 48 hour shift at the firehouse. Beat down by being there for two straight days, being busier than most...and not to mention I was on the medic. I get to the on-going money pit we call home, only to be greeted by unfinished hardwood flooring in the new foyer. My happiness of being home quickly fades as I walk through the new front door remembering the promise of, "I'll finish it this weekend when I get home".
I begin to work feverishly to wrap this small project up. It's football Sunday, I am ready to watch my "Factory of Sadness" embarrass all of Ohio...and the world. I have one task...finish this damn hardwood flooring. Luckily for me, I have a wife that isn't afraid of work and has learned to measure and cut with my mitre saw quite proficiently...basically, the best thing that could have come out of marriage (joke...I love you babe).
So, we get the floor all finished after what seemed an eternity, especially when it came down to the finest details of the edge. We eat lunch and I sit down in the ever so comfy swivel chair. I flip the tv to CBS and start watching football. Moments later I hear, "Hey, Jonathan!" "Jonathan, can you come up here for a sec?" I knew exactly where she was by the pitch of her voice. Upstairs in the large spare bedroom. My chin sank to my chest, eyes closed ever so slowly hoping it was just a dream. Please, no more remodel talks. Please, just be an upgraded ceiling fan that needed to be replaced from Keith breaking it (at least that is my story). We had just talked about finishing the first floor, before we started any remodeling upstairs. To buy myself time in that talk I said, "Let's just wait until there is a need. I don't want to remodel anymore".
I stagger upstairs. My soul feeling like it is being ripped from my body because I know there is wall paper border screaming to come down, painting to be done and the never-ending options of decorating. I get to the top of the stairs and I put a smile on my face, like I am really going to be indugent in this conversation. I step into the room and there is my wife in her typical stance looking, sizing up and planning. Her arms crossed, leaning on her left leg and she says, "What do you think?" Immediately, I respond with, "Babe...?" and my body language says..."No way, I am not talking about this room!". She kept making these weird gestures and looking around. I am oblivious to what is going on. Then, I start really looking at the room thinking she changed something and I am definitely in the doghouse if I don't notice what it is. Then, she directs my attention to three white sticks resting on the foot of the bed.
Intially, I thought..."What the hell are these ovulation kits doing in this room?" and then I get to the last one that reads, "PREGNANT!" I was speechless. I smiled... a lot. And then looked at her in disbelief and said, "Really?" She gave me a hug and I couldn't let go! We're having a fricking baby!!!
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