Oh look I couldn't help it, alright?
We've told our families about it and the few very close friends who knew we were shooting up guineapig gonad juice or whatever the hell that stuff is in an effort to fall pregnant. We generally talk about it in hushed and sensible voices and the phrases "still early days" and "all being well" are scattered freely throughout the conversation. It's the sensible way of doing it but frankly it's not very satisfying.
But then last night we were out at the Robert Lepage show and maybe it was the unsettling puppetry or the soothing air of intimacy he created but afterwards we were chatting to some Not As Close Friends, one of whom has been through IVF and another who frequented the Chinese Fertility Goddess (and both of whom have 2 beautiful kids apiece) and we were talking about What We'd Been Up To Recently and finally I couldn't stand it anymore and I dragged the CFG recipient off to one side and said: ok, I do have some other news.
She looked at me. You're having a baby, she said.
No, I said. We're having two.
Oh my god, she said. Oh my fucking god. I am so Fucking Happy for you.
And then we did a little skipping hugging dance right in front of the theatre.
And it was deeply deeply satisfying.
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