Monday, September 18, 2006

Day 161 - An Honest Mistake

You know in the last entry, I said how I managed to keep the baby's sex quiet from my parents?


We'd stopped talking about babies ages ago. We'd talked about the dog having harvest mites. We talked about my brother's upcoming wedding. I had just got my mother to write down a recipe for a fish pie that I wanted to cook that evening and we were winding up. I had to get to the supermarket before 4.00 when they close and my mother had things she needed to do.

'There wasn't anything else I had to tell you, was there?' she mused, collecting together the mugs.
'No, I don't think so. I don't know. Oh, I told you I felt her kick me, didn't I?'

There was a pause. 'You just told me!' exclaimed my wide-eyed parent.
'You just told me.'
'Told you what?' I said, genuinely confused. I ran the internal security tape footage back in my head. Before I could work it out, my mother repeated what I'd said.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fucketty, fuck, fuck, not to mention shit, piss, bollocks, wank. I fucking did too, didn't I? Did I have plausable deniability? What do you think? No, I didn't.

'I'm so sorry,' I said, putting my hand on her arm. I was too. Even though it was bloody obvious something like this would happen, we'd both tried to keep it a secret and it had been stupidly hard. And then one moment of spontaneity, and the whole thing was out in the open.

'F_____,' called my mother to my father indoors. 'You'll be pleased, it's what you wanted. It's a girl...'

1 comment:

  1. never mind your dad hoping for a girl - do you not think your mum might be desperate to get her hands on some pink after having you big three laddies? I'd stake a tenner on it!