First Stage of Wonderwoman's Expectations

Life is never as one plans it - but it always fall in place. This is my greatest motto and luckily how my life is governed.

Super Frenchie and I had discussed having children sometime ago and agreed we would try this summer. But as it turns out, I am now 5 weeks pregnant. I, unlike most women have never been on the pill. No matter how low the dosage, the pills would just make me ill. I have not been educated since I was 15 or 16 or what ever age girls start taking them. I'm a grown woman, in her late 30s, tasked with educating herself to start taking the pill everyday.

Somehow, I failed...

One, I completely forgot to pack my pills for our Christmas Holiday to France. There is no way, in hell or high water I would forget my make-up bag or my 5 pairs of shoes, not counting my running shoes and the stiletto boots I was wearing. But, the pills...

Luckily Super Frenchie's Dr in Paris is also a close friend and easily called in a script for me.

But, I was already clued in to the fact that there might have been a chance I was with child. On the taxi ride home one night after dinner, the air freshener, Raid-bomb or homme-ala-pukalicious, (what ever it was) made me nauseous to the point I wanted to pass out. Luckily for me, this was our one night pass to Brooklyn which made the ride even that more bearable. "Where is the damn Manhattan Bridge?!?!"

I waited for the staff to leave before breaking the news to Super Frenchie. I casually, comfortably sat down in one of his designs (were launching a high-end furniture line). He glances over and says, hello baby bunny, how do you feel? I had been ill for the past two days.
At this point, I don't know how I'm feeling. I'm both elated and nervous. Nauseous but relaxed. Without thinking or rehearsing what I would say, I just blurt out, I might be pregnant. He gives me with a look of confusion, gets up and settles into another chair with a grimace. Why he did this, I don't know, to get closer to me perhaps.

After seconds of hows? and whats? The confusion dissipates he is smiling and he asks to see the pregnancy test. I tell him I threw it away, all three of them to be exact. I have this personality, so I just needed to be sure.

He's so cute, he proceeds to tells me we need to keep it. We need to keep this, he says, this is the most beautiful thing. He's staring at the "plus sign" and still cant believe this is happening to us.

Later that night in the bed, still in a daze of bliss and confusion, staring and holding each other like two teenagers (but, this is our normal state). He kisses me softly on the cheek and thanks me. He gets up and walks out of the room but walks in again...

Thank you bebe for having my bebe!!