On April Fool's Day, I suggested that my coworker in her 2nd trimester take a pregnancy test for me. I'd tuck the completed test back in its box and head north to my parents' house.
I would be distraught. I would grab a hand in anxiety. I would ask for prayer as I "take" the test.
Then..."just kidding." We'd all laugh and my Mom would then nurture me with food.
I posed this scenario to my world of twitter and asked:
Will my sweet hypertensive southern baptist mom find it funny?
Unanimous consensus: No.
The best response came from a woman who knows us both. She knows my mother is lovely and trusting, yet insightful. She knows I am sneaky and crooked, yet believable.
If you tell your mom that you're pregnant, she'll assume the baby is Jesus. Ergo, she won't be mad. Because who doesn't want to be The Messiah's GiGi.?
Yes, I just embroidered that on an apron.