4/20 Takes on a Whole New Meaning

Yes, this is the first thing I thought of when I saw the test say PREGNANT. Actually, that is not true. The first thing that I thought was that maybe I was so tired (and slightly hungover) that my vision was blurry b/c surely this was not at all possible.

My husband and I had been trying for three months to get pregnant when we decided to take March off b/c we were visiting my parents in Mexico (rum! raw fish! margaritas! stand-up paddle boarding!), my cousin was coming to NYC for a celebratory birthday visit and another was having her own birthday gala in Houston not long after, along w/ hopeful dreams of trips to Chicago and San Francisco. I'd also done the math and realized the baby would be due on 12/28, which just seemed cruel. Well, we weren't trying, but we weren't not trying either...clearly.

So, Friday, April 20th was the day after my company's annual Town Hall that took place at City Winery (that is how my company does it, thank god). Many of us moved on to our own little after party at Splash, a rambunctious gay bar with hot (and generally straight) waiters in nothing but tight 2Xist boxer (very)briefs. This is truly not my thing and, to be blunt (running theme of this post), I'd rather their goods were not exposed quite so closely to the ice bins, given that my drink of choice is vodka soda. Anyway, it was later that night having a fun meal w/ a good friend and coworker that I realized I was four days late. She convinced me to just take the test as it would make me feel better....

The next evening, as I was chilling champagne for my brother's birthday, I decided to hell with it and went to the bathroom. Given that the night would entail celebration libations, it was time to do the deed. A few minutes later, there sat confirmation that the seemingly impossible had happened. I guess the reason the first three months didn't work is that I was a bit off in predicting my fertility. I’ve never been all that in touch w/ the minutiae of the inner workings of my body (a fact that will only make the next eight months all the more interesting).

Anyway, later that evening, someone pointed out that the Empire State Building was lit up in all green to promote pot smoking as it was 4/20. As I was the only person not drinking, I reminded them that Earth Month was the more likely inspiration. Then it dawned on me that I had just discovered that I was preggers w/ my own sweet little nugget of joy on 4/20. And Lil Nug (or Nugs) was named. My memory has already begun to fail so the next post will be starting w/ where I am currently; hopefully this will help with the details. I have found, however, that instances of severe digression seem to be getting worse for me these days, which is borderline tragic given I've never told a linear tale in my life. This will surely be a bumpy ride....