Yesterday, Jeff called me at work and told me that he'd just spoken to "the lady." The lady? Which lady?
Jeff: "The LADY! You know, the GENETICS lady!"
Me: "You mean the one who..." (We work in biotech, so I thought he meant this new client he's been working with.)
Jeff: "NO, you nutjob, the LADY from the PLACE!"
Me: "Place? Huh?"
Jeff: "The PLACE! The place where you had the PROCEDURE!"
Jeff: "The giant needle tube thingy?"
Me: "Oh, gotcha! But we're not supposed to hear from her till the results are in next wee...oh!" (Suddenly terrified, despite Jeff's upbeat greeting.)
Jeff: "Good chromosomes."
Jeff: "Mmm hmm."
Jeff: "Really. Seriously."
Jeff: "A boy. He's a boy."
Me: "A BOY! He's a BOY!"
And that's when the cold brick wall that had been blocking the light in my head came down and the laughter and delight billowed up from the rubble. Jeff laughed with me until I was verging on tears.
There is a tiny, beautiful, squirmy person growing in me. A boy. A boy who has a really good shot of making it. This is real. It's really happening. And I am in love, once again.