--not that kind of danger. Last night Danny and I decided that we were in danger of letting this pregnancy become something common. Ordinary. Just like every other day in paradise.
When Danny and I first decided to get married, we met at a nearby Barnes and Noble cafe to talk about finances. In his hand, Danny held a piece of paper and asked me, "Wendy, what's my major?"
"Accounting," I replied. It was a spreadsheet. I must have married the right guy, because I love spreadsheets!
Last night Danny and I sat down, cracked our knuckles and did what we do best: we made a spreadsheet. Not for numbers (those came later), but for names. Baby names. We listed our favorites and rated them on a scale of 1 to 10, took the averages and ranked our preferences.
No, we won't tell you what the names are. What we WILL tell you is that being pregnant is totally, 100%, completely uncommon. It's not just the difference in the size of my toothbrush, or how I can't lean over the bathtub to clean it anymore, or how I'm in a constant state of the munchies. It's about what it means. There's a baby in there. You, me--everybody has seen a baby at least once in their lifetime. From the day before they're born to the day after they are the same being. A big spirit in a little body wiggling around, here to learn everything that life on Earth can give them.
Women have been having babies since the very beginning. The uncommon part? This one, this time, is ours. How blessed are we.
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