First, let me say how glad I was to see someone else's blog post when I arrived on site - though I'm sorry to hear the circumstances. Twinks, here's hoping you and Twinklette make it through the remaining daddy-free time without committing hara-kiri.
Y'all know the big bad sad news about the passing of the grandmama. The finality is hard but I can't miss her any more than I already did. I'm not going to get into that because I already have the dehydrated/tears headache. I'd rather talk about this.
I pop on the Facebook this morning for the love and support of condolence notes (thanks, girls), and what do I see but a status update from War Bride, whom y'all will recall dropped out of college this summer to marry my 23-year-old cousin and move to Mississippi for his Air Force pilot training. We all know what's coming, don't we?
Yes, War Bride and Pilot are expecting. This is not exactly a shock - as Little Sis said earlier today, "Think how fresh those eggs must be, she's only been through puberty for about three years." Here's what slew me: she's due October 27. Some of you may be furrowing your brows to do the math, as I was this morning, so let me save you the trouble. Forget the first trimester, I'm not sure she's even out of the first month. Evidently War Bride peed on the stick and posted on the Facebook at the same time.
She is a sweet girl, and I'm sure she's excited about being a mama - what else does she have to do in Columbus, Mississippi? And God bless her, I sincerely hope they do have a happy healthy baby on or around October 27, without any complications. But as we all realize, there is good reason to keep these things to yourself for a little while. I guess when you're 20, the only sad pregnancy stories you know are the ones about girls who got knocked up after prom.
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