We didn’t know if we could have a second child. We were older and pushing it. We stopped using birth control in the hope that we might get pregnant. One day my wife came to me with a physical concern. The symptoms she was having suggested she might be starting menopause. She decided to see the doctor in case she needed hormones or something. As the examination continued the doctor finally started laughing. “Lady, your not entering menopause. You’re pregnant.”
That was great news, but still scary, psychologically, financially and physically. They ordered all kinds of tests for her. We had to wait until the end of the first trimester to know if everything was okay. The tests finally indicated that we were going to have a healthy baby boy. With that assurance, we could now tell people.
The first person to tell was our seven year old daughter, Kelly. We couldn’t wait to tell her. She had been asking for a little brother or sister. When she came in off the school bus, we sat her down and told her the news. She could barely contain herself. She hugged both of us, kissed us, hugged us again. Then she hugged my wife’s belly. Throughout this she was crying tears of joy. She asked for some of the details and then went back to hugging and kissing us. This entire scene continued for several minutes.
Then a look came across her face. You could see the change of expression, it was so drastic. You could see she was thinking. Then she stood up to her full height, she put her hands on her hips and looked at us. Finally, she looked her mother in the eye and asked: “Does this mean you two have been having sex?” We laughed for 10 minutes.
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