First off, thank you for all of your well wishes. I am still in a fair amount of shock, but the reality of this is sinking in slowly. Hearing that unexpected heartbeat on Tuesday morning was one of the most surreal moments of my life. We have started calling the grayish creature that has established itself in our lives the Sock, both in tribute to it’s origins and clear resemblance to said garment.
Actually, the Sock’s origins have us a bit worried. Tim and I can’t remember exactly if or what we promised the Powers the Be on that fateful night. As far as we can put the pieces together, best case scenario is the child will be named Damon Manny Varitek Orlando Ortiz. Worst case scenario is, a guy with a forked tail shows up at our door on August 4th. We’re clearly hoping for the former.
The best part about the Sock? We actually have several T-shirts commemorating its conception. How many kids will be able to say that?
