Well, there’s an update to give.
Kind of.
Sort of.
I think.
Since our conversation last week, we’ve sent a few text messages back and forth. Nothing too heavy though, and nothing that gave me any indication at all of where his head was at.
I was beginning to think he was keeping me at arms length until he found out if I was pregnant or not.
And honestly; I wouldn’t have blamed him for a second if that was what he was doing. Heck, it’s what I would have done if the roles had been reversed.
But today is his birthday.
I’ve known today was his birthday since we met. We talked about it the first night we hung out.
And the truth is; his birthday kind of seemed like the perfect opportunity to figure out where we stood.
I texted him “Happy Birthday” this morning, which turned into a few texts sent back and forth.
Then, around midday, I took a leap.
A leap I had been avoiding taking all day because I didn't want to seem too pushy, but seriously?
I just didn't have it in me to be patient with one more thing in my life right now.
“So, are we celebrating tonight, or are you avoiding the possibly pregnant (definitely neurotic) girl until you know whether or not she’s about to reproduce? :p”
Yep. That's what I texted. Word. For. Word.
It was the first time I had mentioned the whole pregnancy thing in a week. I wasn’t sure how it would go over.
But I figured one way or another – I would be able to get some idea of what he was thinking based on his response.
His response that took more than an hour to come through.
I’ve discovered that one of the frustrations of dating a boy who works with his hands is that he doesn’t exactly have his phone readily available throughout the day.
And we've already reviewed the fact that I am far from being a patient person (as if this wasn’t evident enough by my obsessive need to pee on sticks).
Finally though, his text came in:
“Well the fact that I know I’m not the father takes a lot of the pressure off. I actually have plans with my family tonight, but sometime this week we’ll have to get together. I am curious about this baby making process now that I’ve had a moment to wrap my brain around it.”
Curious?
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Well, curious is a heck of a lot better than totally freaked out!
And I told him that. Told him I would be down to get together whenever, and that I wouldn’t know anything for sure until my blood test on Friday, so I could definitely use a distraction.
We texted back and forth for a few more minutes, and then that was it.
This is a good thing though, right?
I mean, curious really is a whole lot better that just completely repulsed!
Is it possible I managed to find a guy who could be OK with all of this? Who could eventually wrap his head around it to the point of still wanting to move forward?
I still think he’s kind of feeling things out a bit; figuring out his stance on the whole thing.
And I also still think he may be waiting to find out whether or not I’m knocked up before determining where exactly it is that he stands.
But ladies and gentlemen, the boy is curious.
And curious makes me think this may not be the deal breaker I once thought it was.
As with everything else in my life right now though;
Only time will tell....
