"That crock of shit birthing class is $200 per 'birthing team.' That's right. You and I are a 'birthing team.'"
"I'm team captain!"
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Monday, September 29, 2008
BEING STUPID
A few nights ago, after a Saturday night spent with Adam's friends, we were laying in bed and I was just fuming about something that had happened earlier, AND through my hot, angry tears I demanded to know if Adam thought I was being stupid.
He reached over silently, put his arms around me, and hugged me to him. I tolerated this for a few moments before turning to him and wailing, "That isn't 'you're not being stupid!' That's 'I'll support you WHILE you're being stupid!'"
"You aren't being stupid," he said affectionately, "just emotional."
I glared. "Men think that's the SAME THING."
He reached over silently, put his arms around me, and hugged me to him. I tolerated this for a few moments before turning to him and wailing, "That isn't 'you're not being stupid!' That's 'I'll support you WHILE you're being stupid!'"
"You aren't being stupid," he said affectionately, "just emotional."
I glared. "Men think that's the SAME THING."
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
TRAVELING FAST
Over the weekend, Adam and I traveled north with the express purpose of sharing some news with his parents, news I had already shared with my parents a whole damn month ago.
We arrived around 10:30 on Friday night after four hours of driving and traffic and boredom and had barely made it through the front door when Adam, without much introduction, draped his arm across his mother's shoulders and announced the the real reason we made the trip was because we had news.
His mother seemed apprehensive as she asked what that news might possibly be.
He told them I'm pregnant. (SURPRISE! Yeah, to us too!)
And the very first words out of his mother's mouth: "Whose is it?"
. . .
Now, I laughed because it was funny and because I'm about 60% sure she was kidding and because the woman has been in shock ever since but really?
Adam, ever the quick witted jester, told her we were waiting for Maury to find out. Because we're classy like that.
And while his parents are still coping with the idea, mine could not be more thrilled. Hell, even my grandparents are excited. My grandma never called me a hussy, not even once. I think she might be saving that one for Thanksgiving.
We arrived around 10:30 on Friday night after four hours of driving and traffic and boredom and had barely made it through the front door when Adam, without much introduction, draped his arm across his mother's shoulders and announced the the real reason we made the trip was because we had news.
His mother seemed apprehensive as she asked what that news might possibly be.
He told them I'm pregnant. (SURPRISE! Yeah, to us too!)
And the very first words out of his mother's mouth: "Whose is it?"
. . .
Now, I laughed because it was funny and because I'm about 60% sure she was kidding and because the woman has been in shock ever since but really?
Adam, ever the quick witted jester, told her we were waiting for Maury to find out. Because we're classy like that.
And while his parents are still coping with the idea, mine could not be more thrilled. Hell, even my grandparents are excited. My grandma never called me a hussy, not even once. I think she might be saving that one for Thanksgiving.
Monday, September 15, 2008
THE ROMANCE ISN'T DEAD, IT JUST NEEDS A KICK IN THE ASS
"Hey, Adam?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you remember that charming thing you used to do?"
"What was that?"
"The dishes."
"Yeah?"
"Do you remember that charming thing you used to do?"
"What was that?"
"The dishes."
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