So my Peruvian goes to the doctor today for a scheduled appointment, but coincidentally she hasn’t been feeling well the last couple days, nauseous and such. It wasn’t her regular doctor, but based on those symptoms she was given a pregnancy test.
I get some texts sounding me out on how I might react, until finally she admits the test was positive. She wanted to know how I felt, and then got very excited sending me emojis of babies and talking about how she’s confused and overwhelmed by all this.
I’m a little stunned. Her regular doctor took her off birth control a couple months ago telling her she wouldn’t be able to conceive, and that she almost certainly was menopausal. Admittedly it wasn’t a certain diagnosis, and I have been as often as I can dumping my little swimmers as deep as possible inside her, but I was sure nothing would come of that.
I mean holy fuck, I’m 56 years old and on blood pressure medication, which I fucking forgot to take this morning!
So I’m sitting at my desk at work having heart palpitations thinking about those two vacations that now have me in debt and speculating I probably won’t be able to retire until I’m over 80, and then she tells me she’s kidding.