Christmas Eve

A typical child of the 1980's, I spent some Christmases at my mom's house and some at my dad's. The tradition at my dad's house was that everyone got to open 1 present on Christmas eve. Christmas eve, by the way, was also the main extended family event and lots of people were present, but not many children. Upon one Christmas eve, I must have been 8 or 9 because my younger sister wasn't born yet [1985?], the adults were sitting around after dinner talking and my uncle Gerry began to tell a joke instantly deemed inappropriate for my ears. He was quickly hushed. My dad handed me my one present and when I opened it, it was pajamas. I pouted. My dad laughed and said, "yeah, now go put them on". I knew what was happening. I was being kicked out so that the dirty joke could be told. I already knew that I would be a gutter mouthed adult, so I thought this was unfair. I mean, I was okay with inappropriate jokes, why couldn't the adults get over it too? Sure enough, as I put on my stupid old pajamas, they were hooting and hollering down the hall. So I was annoyed. I was annoyed that my present not only sucked but also that it was used to trick me.

Well. Tomorrow is "official pregnancy test day". The serum beta hcg. It is not unlike Christmas eve.

I'll tell you what though.

This better not be another Christmas eve trick.

The chance that this is a false positive does not seem to exist, but, we're trying to remain calm and realistic. Neither of us are truly believing this unless tomorrow's numbers come back safely high, and then probably we won't even believe it then. More tomorrow. Please jump up and down for me, because I'm afraid to.