Pack my bags

 

Me:  “Ismael, do NOT sign me up for the Peace Corps.”

Ismael:  Indistinct mumbling.

Five minutes later..

Me:  “Ismael, why am I getting emails from the Peace Corps???”

About halalamama

I am a new mother to a beautiful baby boy. My husband and I walk each day, still learning about each other, and navigating the beauty of parenting in an American - African, Catholic - Muslim marriage.
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2 Responses to Pack my bags

  1. KissyKat says:

    LOL. I can’t help but completly relate to this post. My husband is also from Africa, and I got the SAME response from him every time I asked him if he had told anyone when we were expecting. The second time around I didn’t ask so much. Culture IS a funny thing (in the differences that come out in relationships and families), and I am so thankful for the experiences and enlightening my husband has brought to me! Very funny on the FB status!

  2. Kate says:

    When we found out I decided I wanted to tell anyone that I would tell if I had a miscarriage, my closest support. For everyone else I waited until I was 12 weeks along. This ended up somewhat back firing on me because my trusted friend that I told, told one person and when it was time to tell all my friends they already all knew.
    I wanted to wait though because I heard a story where a soon-to-be-grandmother was so excited that she sent out diaper announcements to everyone they knew or had ever known really early in the pregnancy. It turned out her daughter had a miscarriage and had to deal not only with that but also all the people that knew.
    By the time you are 12 weeks along you have 80% chance of carrying the baby to term so I felt that it was a safe bet to share our joyous news!