Tuesday WOOT

Last week the wife wasn't feeling great.  Headaches and other such silliness.   Well, Friday I get home from work and we're talking and she's like "oh, you should probably know, I think I"m pregnant  because of XYZ...  so I stopped at the Dr. Office on the way home from work for a blood test."

Golly Jee honey, you sure know how to make my weekend.

 I tried to stay positive and reassure myself that the headaches were probably just a brain tumor, or a stroke or an aneurysm.  The first time we went through this is scared the crap out of me.  19 months into the first kid and those words still send shivers down my spine.  I'm good. I have a kid, why would I want another right now?  Why would anyone intentionally have more than one of these things? 

I've got a fairly lousy job right now, an apartment that is too small for another kid and a wife that is still trying to lose weight from the first kid.  This can't happen.

As a guy I tried everything that I know how. 
1.  Deny that it was possible
2.  Don't talk about it, maybe it will go away

It must have worked!  Got a call this morning, NO BABY.  WOOT, WOOT, WOOT, WOOT


I'll get back to my normal passive aggressive, critical, skeptical posts later.  Right now this is a huge weight off my chest.