After coming to an agreement about the pregnancy, its as if the morning sickness subsides for the night and the little womb raider is content.
We’re lying in bed the next morning, talking about everything from names to diaper duty. David is convinced we’ll have a son and can carry on the tradition of strong Irish names.
“I like your grandfather’s name.” I say, my heart settled on Daniel David Cleary, “But I am not naming my daughter Maeve!”
He laughs, “OK, here’s the deal, you can choose if it’s a girl and I’m choosing if it’s a boy.”
“Deal.”
After getting a text from Ginny, confirming the plans, I turn to David, “We’re not telling anyone yet, are we?”
“Well, I was thinking we could tell just our parents?”
I think my Mom will want to sit David down, as happy as she’ll be, but I am
