We have two girls and one boy and they all have given us memorable pregnancy moments. My son, the youngest, was the most laborious and outlandish experience my wife and I ever had: In my wife’s first month of pregnancy, she was bugging me for eggnog every day. Breakfast, lunch and dinner, eggnog always accompanied the meal. The recycle bin was so full of eggnog boxes, I wished some promo had been attached for a vacation in each of the boxes. For sure, we would win for the month!
I remember feeling relieved when in May she didn’t ask for eggnog. Instead she wanted gingerbread cookies. For goodness sake, where could I find gingerbread cookies? I had no choice but to make them on my own. I’d never baked before, but at that time I was obliged to do learn — or not have one night of complete sleep. I baked twenty large gingerbread man cookies every single night of May. Whew!
In a narrative, a short-story-telling structures are often effective. –Miss McCulla
When June came, I was able to finally be retired my gingerbread cookie making. This time, my beloved wife requested to have a Christmas tree inside the house. I rummaged through the basement to get the Christmas tree we had last year. Whenever we have guests in the house, they give us odd looks for the Christmas tree standing right in the middle of our living room — also right in the middle of the summer.
Grammar: “to finally be retired” doesn’t make sense. However, “right in the middle of” is effective use of repetition. –Miss McCulla
By July, the situation worsened and she begged me to decorate the Christmas tree. Together with my two lovely daughters, we went about following orders from their mom as to how to decorate the Christmas tree. In August Christmas actually filled the air. It seemed like twenty- four hours a day, my beautiful wife would play Christmas songs. And even in my car Christmas CDs were piled up on the dashboard. Then in September, Mr. Snowy became the man of the house. Since we had no snow, I was forced to buy a giant snowman balloon to be put in front of our house.
I was astounded to find a $ 2,000 bill on our credit card in October. When I checked it, my wife had started her Christmas shopping in advance. Our house was filled with boxes upon boxes of gifts. Ever get reindeer as a pet? We did. As it turned out, my beloved demanded a reindeer , so I rented Rudolph for the whole of November and December.
December. Finally, we came to the finale of this bizarre pregnancy. I became Santa Claus. Yes! My wife wished for Santa Claus to be there when she gave birth. Thus, I had to wear Santa Claus costume and be Santa Claus..Funny it seemed, but then at midnight of December 24, Santa came out. I’m talking about our Santa, the youngest child of ours. Santa baby it is.
Miss McCulla is a retired English teacher of 32 years. She has Mastery of the grammar and mechanics of English, and has taught expository, fiction writing, and rhetorical skills to hundreds of students and aspiring writers throughout her career. She has written/edited/self-published five books, and currently manages and edits a writing blog called The Underground Tutor where she gathers essays, articles, entries, papers, manuals, profiles, criticisms, analyses of literature, just like those asked of students in the university and publishers everywhere.
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