So what does a married soldier do as soon as he gets home from a long deployment? If you do not know this answer, you aren’t married, and have no imagination.
About three weeks ago my wife approached me when I was most distracted. I was playing COD:MW2. All she did was hand me what I thought was a pen and walk out of the room. It wasn’t a pen. It was an E.P.T. with a digital readout and the word not was nowhere to be seen. After receiving six unanswered head-shots I snapped out of my stunned stupor, and celebrated my upcoming child with the appropriate level of exuberance. I called every phone number in my cell phone to tell people I hadn’t talked to in over 3 years I was going to be a father.
Last week after the routine check-up and ultrasound she walked out with a small photo of my still developing child, or should I say children. So once again the phone was ripped from my pocket and I started dialing. Of course by this time I was so hyped that when my bestest friend in the whole world for the thirty seconds it would take to tell him/her didn’t answer I threw my phone down in a fit of pique and broke it. So I used my wife’s phone and had to manually dial all the numbers I could remember.
Yesterday we got out of the doc’s office with a new ultrasound. Have you ever heard of HMS? I’m not talking about some British battleship, but hidden multiples syndrome. It seems the original ultrasound was either wrong, or we’re having identical/fraternal triplets (two identical and one fraternal). The docs don’t know for sure yet, but they will be letting us know as soon as they do. And yes, I called everyone I had stored in my old phone on my new one.