Two of a Kind Working on a Full House

The title to this post is also the title of a Garth Brooks song. While I am not a huge fan of country music as a whole I do like a few of Garth’s songs. This one included. Since we took up the name “The Wildcardz”, three years ago, the song has stirred visions of Mrs. Cardz and I as parents. And if you’ve read my previous posts, you know whatever joy I felt towards that mental image was quickly replaced with fear and anxiety.

So imagine my surprise, last week, when that little piece of foreseeing plastic broadcasted our fate and I had feelings of joy and relief. I am to be a father. Even now the words seem almost foreign but conjure emotions of hope and happiness. I have always been a cautious person. Preparing for the worst yet hoping for the best. But now that my fate is all but sealed I have found myself reacting not I as I had expected.

We spent most of last weekend hanging out with the Quakers (FYI Mr. Quaker has sarcastically been saying that he is legally changing his name to this pseudonym) and other lifestyle friends. Mrs. Cardz had been abstaining from drinking alcohol because she “wasn’t feeling right”. By Sunday the four of us had come to the conclusion that my wife was indeed pregnant. So much so that, we spent hours at the bar discussing baby-like topics. Mrs. Cardz and I, slightly overeager to confirm our suspicions, called it an early night and raced home so she could pee on a Nostradamus inspired stick and as stated before it was positive.

A few blood tests last week and a few more this week and the early signs say Mrs. Cardz has been pregnant about a month now, with the baby due in early December.

Now we have chosen to keep this all a secret to our families for the next two months. My family is currently plagued with a black cloud of infertility and we don’t think our news would be received with the proper amount of excitement. And since we are waiting to tell my family we have decided to keep it from hers as well. We also want to make sure the pregnancy is on track and beyond the usually turbulent first trimester. Because most of our muggle friends are deeply intertwined within my family we must keep the news from them as well.

To quench our desire to scream this news from the highest rooftop we can find we decided to tell some of our swinger friends this past weekend. Since this pregnancy will no doubt effect our play habits and obviously will keep Mrs. Cardz from partaking of the normal toasts and shots. At times I laughed to myself about how it is we are so comfortable with these people that we have only know a year or so that we rush to tell them the news before we even inform our own families. The bonds we have made in the lifestyle are just like that I guess.

Anyway, our crazy weekends filled with debauchery are sure to slow down as we prepare for this new arrival. I will probably also have less time to work on this blog. But we’ll have to wait and see. If my posts are something you have been enjoying I recommend you add this page to your RSS reader or become a follower. That way when I do find time to post you’ll be the first to know about it.

Also, although I am not a religious person, if you are I recommend you pray to your respective deity. Cause any spawn of the Wildcardz is bound to have an extraordinary impact of the world as we know it.

One Potentially Proud Poppa,

~Jack