100 Words Per Mile: The Results

Good news is just the beginning of driving yourself crazy.

February 16, 2021
6.00 miles
45:33

My in laws came to town this weekend, which ended up being a lot of fun, because we really enjoyed celebrating my father-in-law’s retirement. We also had a grand time talking about the positive pregnancy news we received on Friday.

That’s right, team. My wife is pregnant. We are expecting. This is not a drill. Holy fuck.

My wife called me around 2:30 in the afternoon on Friday. It’d been sitting at my desk, drumming my fingers, distracting myself with all that I could because I knew the call would come today. When it rang, I grabbed my phone and quickly jetted out my office. My wife said, “Hey,” and I steeled myself for devastation. But then she said, “so we got good news,” and I got to crying more quickly than I would’ve guessed.

We got off the phone, and I had to figure out a way to compose myself before returning to work. It was very difficult. I called my dad so I could say something to someone. He, too, thought I was delivering bad news.

Again, holy fuck.

Saturday was my niece’s second birthday, and after years of resenting everyone else and their pregnancy, their baby, their fortune, I found myself completely elated and excited to attend this dumb birthday party. My mom asked me how things went with the in-laws and I told her that things were good. I let her know we went to dinner and shared with them that we were pregnant. My mom did a double-take, and then had to compose herself so I could tell my brother that his daughter had a little cousin on the way.

It’s early, but I needed my family to know because if something goes wrong, they are the people I’ll fall back on. My wife had also shared with me something her therapist had said, which went along the lines of: the bad won’t hurt any worse when it comes, so better to celebrate and enjoy the good news while you’ve got it.