Pregnant

It has been a traumatic few weeks. I hardly know whether to feel relieved or distraught. Of course it is a relief that Susan's recent distraction is not the result of a malignant brain tumour or suchlike. Susan told me the news the week before last, it is only now that I can bring myself to record it. 'Sit down,' Susan said as I came in from work, 'I've got news.' At first I continued my inspection of the fridge contents. Susan is always requesting that I be seated to here the news that a Lakeland store is coming, or that there is a closing down sale somewhere. I should have guessed the news from the state of the iced finger that Susan had been eating. 'I'm pregnant,' she said, smiling weakly. I think deep down I had suspected as much but had preferred the state of happy ignorance. And until that moment my suspicion had lay vaguely in the future. Now it is sitting firmly in front of me. What are we to do?