As you well know, hubs and I were in the midst of World War XVI: Vacationgate 2010, when I found out I was preggers last Thursday.
Since we weren't really speaking to each other, I knew I had to tell him immediately -- so I was ready and waiting when he got home from work and stomped through our front door.
"Hey, hubs. Question. Are you going to divorce me if I go to Destin with my family this summer?"
"Maybe. I should!" (Hubs claims he is easy going. Sometimes I beg to differ. Obvi.)
"You shouldn't divorce me."
I pulled the pregnancy test from it's hiding spot under my shirt and kind of flung it at him. I didn't mean to drop it, but the lid came off and the whole shee-bang fell on the arm chair, in the midst of a pile of clothes which should have been in the hamper.
"What is that?" Hubs was confused.
"It's the reason you shouldn't divorce me. Duh." I found the pee-covered stick and handed it to him.
Hubs looked down at the two-lines and said, "It is mine?"
I was all, "That's so not funny."
Hubs was all, "Seriously. Is it mine?"
I got a little teary-eyed and crossed my arms and pouted. "I'm so glad we'll always remember this moment!"
He came over and kissed me and said he was sorry. "It's just that I was so worked up to be mad at you over this vacation ordeal."
"I'm still going. And I do not want to hear one more eff-ingspice word about it! And, I'm telling my Mom I'm pregnant. Don't tell me not to tell people! I'm calling her, like now."
We pretty much immediately got on the phone and called our friends and family.
My 85 year-old Grandma wanted to know what hubs said when I told him the news. I told Mamaw the truth, since she and I are cool like that.
Here's what Mamaw had to say about the hubs reaction: "Well, you'd better tell him that even if it isn't his, it's caught in his trap, so he has to take care of it."
Since we weren't really speaking to each other, I knew I had to tell him immediately -- so I was ready and waiting when he got home from work and stomped through our front door.
"Hey, hubs. Question. Are you going to divorce me if I go to Destin with my family this summer?"
"Maybe. I should!" (Hubs claims he is easy going. Sometimes I beg to differ. Obvi.)
"You shouldn't divorce me."
I pulled the pregnancy test from it's hiding spot under my shirt and kind of flung it at him. I didn't mean to drop it, but the lid came off and the whole shee-bang fell on the arm chair, in the midst of a pile of clothes which should have been in the hamper.
"What is that?" Hubs was confused.
"It's the reason you shouldn't divorce me. Duh." I found the pee-covered stick and handed it to him.
Hubs looked down at the two-lines and said, "It is mine?"
I was all, "That's so not funny."
Hubs was all, "Seriously. Is it mine?"
I got a little teary-eyed and crossed my arms and pouted. "I'm so glad we'll always remember this moment!"
He came over and kissed me and said he was sorry. "It's just that I was so worked up to be mad at you over this vacation ordeal."
"I'm still going. And I do not want to hear one more eff-ingspice word about it! And, I'm telling my Mom I'm pregnant. Don't tell me not to tell people! I'm calling her, like now."
We pretty much immediately got on the phone and called our friends and family.
My 85 year-old Grandma wanted to know what hubs said when I told him the news. I told Mamaw the truth, since she and I are cool like that.
Here's what Mamaw had to say about the hubs reaction: "Well, you'd better tell him that even if it isn't his, it's caught in his trap, so he has to take care of it."
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Maybe they are possibly long lost cousins? lol
And...I know you love your husband and all, but...that was really uncool of him.
Just sayin'.
Welcome to parenthood.
The thing I never got used to (with the first one) was that one day there's two of you, then the next there's three, and the next the people at the hospital say to you, OK, you can go home now and care for this little infant, like we were qualified or something.
But it's worked out OK.
Big congrats again. I can't wait to hear more about this new little being inside of you (and caught in your husband's trap...!).
If he says things like "You're not busy, why don't you go?" you can say "I am busy-- very busy. I'm COOKING your CHILD. I'm CREATING. And remember when you questioned if it was yours? Yeah. I'll take double rocky road please."
Just saying, like.
What.
A.
Douche.
:)
Holly SHIT!! I go away for a few days and THIS... THIS is what I come back to read. Serves me well for trying to steer clear of social networking.
Congratulations dear! And yeah, totally uncool with the hubs question thing... Make him pay. Though grandma rules :) She knows her paternity laws .
I heart the crap out of you and wish you the best in everything.. And like Trav said, none of us were qualified at the time.. hell, I'm still not qualified.