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It's a... 2005-10-04 - 5:43 p.m. I realize some people may be tuning in, breathless with anticipation, to find out if Grommet is a boy or a girl. And we do have a piece of paper with the ultrasound technician�s best guess on it (though she wasn�t positive � it said, �I think it�s a��). Alas. My hands are tied. My lips are sealed. I cannot say. And it is killing me. This space is my outlet for things that must be left unsaid in my normal day-to-day life, yet I am bound by my promise to J. Here�s the thing, J is of the firm conviction that we tell everyone, or we tell no one. If we don�t want to tell certain people (such as his sister who we know would be unable to resist buying the most gender-biased type stuff for us), we are not allowed to tell anyone. �Not even the internet?� I gasped in horror. �Not even the internet.� was the firm response. You see, I have, like, three real-time friends that read this. And they know or are married to other friends, and once a few friends know he doesn�t think it�s right that family shouldn�t know. Gak! How will I manage to keep this in? I�m spending the weekend at my best friend�s place in a couple of weeks. How am I supposed to keep this quiet? What about my mom who wants to buy stuff for us? And what about friends and coworkers that have offered hand-me-downs if the Grom is the same sex as their children? HOW CAN MY SCOTTISH SOUL RECONCILE TURNING DOWN FREE STUFF?!? But there are people I just do not want to tell that he would want to tell and I can�t expect him to keep it a secret if I don�t. It�s a terrible quandary for me. For now all I can say is, �It�s a baby!� (Hmph. That�s kind of anticlimactic and nowhere near as fun as spilling the beans would have been.)
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