Some Random Thoughts for Christmas Eve Eve

Today, I told someone that she was pregnant. As I am not currently (nor was formerly) an obstetrician, this was a new experience for me. What do you say to someone after that? Are you supposed to hug them? Offer up a handshake? Give them a hearty pat on the back? I settled for a “congratulations” with a bit of a question mark at the end. And a smile.

Why was I telling someone that she was pregnant? Her english, it’s not so good. So, she asked me to explain the directions on the test that she took. Which I did. Badly. So, finally, I asked her “Were there two lines?” After she answered in the affirmative, I told her that she’s pregnant.

That was just a little bit awkward.

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Call it a hunch, but I’m thinking that our six mile run yesterday tired Gracie out a wee bit.

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Despite having my gifts purchased, wrapped and placed lovingly under the tree, I can’t help but shake this feeling of dread. You know, where you have a sneaking suspicion that you’re going to wake up on Christmas Morning and go, “Oh noes! I forgot to buy something for grandma!” So, you have to run out and get something, anything, at a store that is still open, even on Christmas. Which is why Grandma ends up getting a package of twinkies and a bottle of anti-freeze from the gas station down the street.

Do you want to know why I have this feeling of dread? Because I finished my shopping ages ago and Kristian started his at about seven o’clock tonight.

Although he must have ordered something for me a couple of days ago. Because something arrived for him today that he was quite cagey about.

It better not be a Pap Smear.