If you're lucky, making a baby is something you decide on when you're good and ready. The old saying goes, "When are you ever really ready?" Well I think most people have had a scare or two in their day, and if that fire alarm had been the real thing they know damn well they would NOT have been ready. Kelly and I have known for some time that we wanted babies, and sooner was the big winner over later. After we got married we opted for one last summer as newlywed, freewheeling kids before this shit got serious. Thus began the Summer of Serenity. We drank, we ate, we took trips, we took naps, we pretty much enjoyed the crap out of everything the summer of 2011 had to offer.
And then we pulled the goalie. I became well versed in how long an ovulation period lasted. Pre natal vitamins were in play. I had some talks with my boys and told them to go into battle with courage and dedication. That they would be on their own with nothing to guide them but their cunning. And when they saw the giant egg appear before them, to not retreat in horrible fright. But to embrace the awesome beauty and welcoming power of the great egg. For a small lonely sperm, that's the attitude you need to have.
I don't know which one of my guys made it through to the end..but I imagine it being like Atreyu at the end of the Neverending Story. No one gave him a chance. He witnessed death and destruction at every turn. He doubted himself long before he finally believed in himself. And in the end, nothing was holding him back. Many great stories involve a phenomenal journey against incredible odds to reach an amazing destination. Our story is no different.
Well done good sir. You will not soon be forgotten.
Bring on the Winter of Waiting.
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