Being pregnant means there are tons of What Ifs being thrown around…
What if we don’t make it out of the 1st trimester? Will we try again?
What if I’m drinking too much caffeine? Hey, where are you going with my coffee?!
What if Marshmallow’s a boy? Will Otis Oates be a stud?
What if Marshmallow’s a girl? Will Holland Oates play guitar?
What if Marshmallow’s a hermaphrodite? No, really, what if Marshmallow is a hermaphrodite?
The most serious What If, however, has a not so great answer
Me: What if Marshmallow is – allergic to cats? What if we have to give Nala and Omi away?
Mark: Man. That’s a hard one.
Me: Seriously, what would we do?
Mark: You’re asking what I think right now? I can’t get rid of my cats. Sorry.
Me: Yeah, I’m with you.
Me and Mark: [silence]
Me: We’re the worst parents ever.
Mark: Yeah… but I really love the cats. I mean, I hope we love Marshmallow as much… I just can’t imagine it.
Me: We probably better just stop this conversation now before someone calls DCS for conspiring to trade babies for kittens on the black market.
*Also, we just got out of Week 12, which may or may not be the end of the first trimester. Pregnancy calendars are weird. And confusing.