I will be honest. I can’t make heads or tails of the above ultrasound pictures, but my sister Melissa swears it is a baby, albeit a very tiny, not completely developed one. Melissa has never lied to me, so I am going to take her at her word on this one. I am thrilled, thrilled for Melissa and her husband Jordan. Without publishing a statement of someone else’s medical records on the Internet, I can just safely say that we didn’t think that this could happen for Melissa so easily, so it is certainly thrilling news.
I think I have written before about how my sister Melissa is one of the best people in the world. Seriously, she is up there with Tim Tebow even without having painted inspirational biblical passages underneath her eyes. I love, love, love her. I can’t possibly say enough good things about her. So I am so happy that she and her husband Jordan get to have this kind of happiness. It has been contagious for the rest of our family. We were not so sure that any of the Street girls would ever procreate. A new generation of us is very, very exciting.
This post also affords me the opportunity to rant about one of my biggest expectant parents pet peeves. I cannot stand when the father of the baby says, “We’re pregnant.” Every time I hear a father say that I want to say, no, you are not pregnant. That is a medical condition that you do not have. It strikes me as entirely insensitive and trivializing of the mother’s condition. You can be there for a wife and be a part of the process of pregnancy without claiming to share the medical condition. Here are some acceptable statements by a husband instead of the “We’re Pregnant” statement:
“We are expecting a baby.”
“My wife is pregnant and we are very excited.”
It isn’t that complicated, men.
But back on the happier note, I am so happy for you Melissa and Jordan!