King Mutt

Last night, Eric and I rendezvoused at 1009 Russell to tell my parents the good news. We had a very small window of opportunity because Eric had a softball double header and was leaving at 5 p.m. and my parents were going out for the evening at 6 p.m....so we had, like 15 minutes, from 4:45 to 5 p.m.
When I got there, my mom was on the phone with Triple A, disputing a charge. And if I know my mom, that call was going to last awhile. She would get the whole thing resolved before she even thought about ending the call.
I just said, "Mom, can you please hang up."
And she did....who knew?
I dragged her into the livingroom, where my dad and Eric were sitting and I said, "We have a secret."
They just stared at me, like, um, what? So I said, "I'm pregnant!"
It took a second to register...I think. Then my mom said...well, actually, I can't remember what she said, if anything. She started to cry and I remember saying to her, "Are those happy tears?" And she said they were.
Of course the first thing my dad said was, "Does this mean you can't coach basketball?"
"Dad, I'm having a baby," I said. "I'm not dying."
In his eyes, as long as I was still able to coach, it was cool with him.
They gave us both big hugs and we went home.
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When Eric left for the softball games, I took Guinness for a walk. I wasn't planning on taking Guinness, but Eric said I had to because he would protect me (read: the baby).
I had huge ideas of taking him for a LONG, 45-minute walk. But we got to my parents house and I was pooped. I mean, TY-URD! I can NOT believe how tired I was/am. I'm used to doing an hour of cardio and weights and feeling fabulous. Since when does a 10-minute walk exhaust me....this is a change.
I decided to cut the walk short. I went down the alley and was going to head back home. But I forgot about the BIG, HUGE giant of a dog that lives at the end of the alley, that is, until he ran at us, barking. I jumped and my key ring broke. My house key and car key flew to the pavement, and positioned themselves right underneath the dog.
Are you kidding me!!!
This was a problem. The dog wouldn't move.
I ran, yes, ran back to 1009 Russell and banged on the door. My mom came out with a broom. She held Guinness while I swept my keys away from King Mutt.
When I finally got home from my oh-so-stressfree walk, I was ready for a nap.
This will definitely take some getting used to.