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Okay, change sucks. And I don't mean loose change; I mean major changes in one's life, or something very much like that.
Here I am, happily married father of two with an exceedingly successful wife, with a flexible schedule that allows me to post here and feed my aspirations to be a writer, with bright, healthy children, with nary a care in the world and what am I doing? Whining. That's right, I'm whining.
About what, you ask? Well here it is: my wife has managed to get herself pregnant, again. Just when I thought I knew who we were and where we were going, just when the kids were getting old enough (6 and 10) to allow a greater variety of activities, just when I thought I had the future mapped out, BAM! Everything changes. And of course, we've given away or sold all our baby stuff. And our house was pretty much set up for everyone.
Now, there is some good news: everything looks fine with the pregnancy. My wife is 15 weeks in and we've had the tests recommended by her doctor that show the fetus is healthy and with no apparent problems (my wife is 40, so we had a few concerns). And we do have a room to make into the nursery. And we can afford this. And we love each other, our children, and the coming child. And our children are thrilled.
But still...
I guess in the end, it's all my fault for being so damn virile.
*sigh*
Here I am, happily married father of two with an exceedingly successful wife, with a flexible schedule that allows me to post here and feed my aspirations to be a writer, with bright, healthy children, with nary a care in the world and what am I doing? Whining. That's right, I'm whining.
About what, you ask? Well here it is: my wife has managed to get herself pregnant, again. Just when I thought I knew who we were and where we were going, just when the kids were getting old enough (6 and 10) to allow a greater variety of activities, just when I thought I had the future mapped out, BAM! Everything changes. And of course, we've given away or sold all our baby stuff. And our house was pretty much set up for everyone.
Now, there is some good news: everything looks fine with the pregnancy. My wife is 15 weeks in and we've had the tests recommended by her doctor that show the fetus is healthy and with no apparent problems (my wife is 40, so we had a few concerns). And we do have a room to make into the nursery. And we can afford this. And we love each other, our children, and the coming child. And our children are thrilled.
But still...
I guess in the end, it's all my fault for being so damn virile.
*sigh*
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