The baby I never had...

Christian and I are doing pre-martial counseling with a great couple!  They have been married 40+ years, have a very successful family and professional life, and are by no means "shy" when it comes to talking about what comes naturally "in the bedroom"... (for Christian's sake, that's the most suggestive I'll ever be in this blog).  Joking aside, they are neat people and an ideal couple to counsel with. 

Part of our pre-marital-training includes a 164 question test.  Christian and I were to each answer the questions and do it separately so we couldn't cheat.  It should be an easy task, it's multiple choice and there are really no "wrong" answers.  However, if any of you are familiar with Likert scales (any Psych students out there?), an ideal test gives you answer options that range from "Strongly Disagree" to "Strongly Agree" making several stops along the way to answers like, "Paritally Disagree" "Neutral" "Somewhat Agree" and "I don't bloody know"  This test had, "Agree" "Disagree" and "Uncertain", that's it.  There's no gray area.  There's, "Yes I think my future spouse's parents are interfering" (I don't, by the way) "No, I don't even think my future spouse has parents" and "I have no idea what you're talking about."  I like gray areas, they give me space to answer a questions and feel 100% right and 100% awesome at the same time!  Since I felt like I could not do that I found myself frustrated for 164 questions. 

As luck would have it, my frustration turned to sheer amusement a few days later.  Remember when I said there were no wrong answers to this test?  We were wrong.  Which one of us failed?  By a landslide... it was Christian.  Our counselor called up Christian and after some small talk casually asked, "Why didn't you tell us Danae had a baby from a previous relationship?" 

Yes, Christian had accidently pressed "Agree" when asked, "My future spouse has a child from a previous relationship."  And just like that, I now have a love-child.  I wish I had time to come up with a good back-story for it (I haven't decided if it's a boy or a girl yet, must be traumatizing to the poor thing...).   

I think it was a Freudian slip suggesting that Christian wants to have a child ASAP, he told me he'll be slipping birth control pills into my cereal for at least 5 years once we tie the knot. 

We'll see.