so, how do you react when your beloved wakes you up from a fine nap you were having during an incredibly boring class on reciprocating engine instrumentation, pulls you out into the hallway, and shows you a small bit of plastic in the shape of a pregnancy test, and then stands there, expectantly? very expectantly. you can't be just a little bit expectant. so i'm trying to shake off the fog of a fairly deep sleep, trying to focus on this hunk of plastic which is attempting to change my life forever if only i would grasp the significance of the two innocent lines staring up at me. my dear ephelba is pregnant. i form the words "you're pregnant?" ephelba beams her biggest beam and hugs me. "congratulations, daddy" she says.
i am more than stunned. we are using what i thought was a very effective form of birth control, and ephelba had just gotten through having her period! what is going on? anyway, the rest of the day I was useless, fumbling through the rest of my classes. when i get home, there is ephelba. she took the day off work. it really is true. i'm going to be a daddy. of a little tiny baby. helpless. completely dependent. maker of stinky diapers. this is an awesome reality.