The day I had my IUD yanked, I was positive of this. What I didn’t understand was how a positive pregnancy could make me not-so positive. Knowing that on some level Esme would understand my fears, I wanted more than anything to talk to her about them. Except it wasn’t possible, because Edward wouldn’t let me.

Because Esme didn’t know I was pregnant.

Because he refused to just fucking tell her like a normal person would.

Because he was Edward, and verbal communication was too pedestrian.

From the moment the plus sign formed underneath the pregnancy test’s tiny plastic window, he’d been brainstorming clever ways to let his mother know we were expecting. Ultimately, he settled on framing a copy of the ultrasound picture, which he would clandestinely place among the family photos in Esme’s music room. The Sunday after my first prenatal visit he put his plan into action. The necessary prop was placed, and after dinner, we adjourned to the piano where Edward proceeded to play Chopin’s Berceuse. The only remaining part of his plan was for Esme to notice the ultrasound.

Except she didn’t.

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  1. on 28 Jul 2010 at 6:39 pmlovestoread24

    I actually think that’s sorta sweet of Edward…………..

    So glad to see you are writing again- hope you enjoyed your trip to SD.

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  2. on 28 Jul 2010 at 9:07 pmarfalcon

    Yes!! Can’t wait to read this. Why are men so silly (ok, stupid) sometimes?? Sigh. Edward’s heart is certainly in the right place, but I can definitely understand how Bella needs Esme…NOW.

    Ah, the beautiful yin and yang of marriage. Sometimes everything works perfectly, and sometimes it just doesn’t. You’ve got more wisdom than most of us, so I’m looking forward to reading more of your take on life’s twists and how people choose to deal with each other.

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