It was upon my arrival after a grueling day of fending of Vegas drunks, hotel clerks, airport security, cab drivers, exhaustion, anxiety, and hunger, that I arrived home. I had not seen my wife for seven days, and my desire to see her was finally satisfied at the end of the day, around 9:30 PM to be exact.

Upon my arrival, she relished me with gifts from her own travels. Homeland memoroblia, sweets, t-shirts, and really comfy shoes. She had however saved the best for last, and asked me to close my eyes, and hold out my hands. It was then that I felt it first. A light, plastic container, kind of like the ones batteries come in, but of course lighter, and rounder…

I opened my eyes to see a babies pacifier in my hands. Shiny, new, and foreign, for I did not have a child. Quizically, I looked up at my wife, who was smiling with such joy and glee, and said, “I don’t get it.”

Thinking the pacifier was some clue to some other, greater more elaborate gift. Or maybe some sort of gag that had not fully developed… I was lost. It was at this point that my lostness become disbelief, and finally led to joy and happiness. “I’m five and a half weeks pregnant,” she said… I was shocked. I was happy. I was thrilled. And I couldn’t believe it.

Coincidently, the title of my first blog had to do with firsts. And here my wife and I are at a first. We’re having a baby.