Sketches 3--and a non-update*

The Husband wears a shirt and tie to his internship almost every day. He is really not a shirt and tie kind of man, though he wears it well. Thus, when we come home from work the first thing he does is to change clothes. The tie comes off, the belt, the shoes, and we generally talk about the day that has been while he slowly divest himself of his uncomfortable clothes.

Last night, we came home and it was the same routine. I lay down in Bed Sweet Bed because my feet are painful puffer-fish and it had been a long long day. He begins the habitual stripping and walking and talking and wrangling cats. Suddenly, a contraction creeps in on me and it hurts.

I say politely to the Husband, "Please. Will you come and rub my back during this contraction?"

His response? "Can I change clothes first?"

Readers, I wish I were kidding.

Naturally, my response went along the lines of, "NO YOU CANNOT CHANGE CLOTHES FIRST, IT'S A CONTRACTION NOT A WHIM!!!! GET OVER HERE AND RUB MY BACK!!!!" I don't like to yell, but I think in the case of pain it's excusable.

Needless to say, we both cracked up laughing and he did indeed come and rub my back.

But Men--let this be a lesson to you--when your wife is in the late stages of pregnancy, when she has those contractions, do not expect to be able to change into comfortable clothes, just know that she is indeed MORE uncomfortable than you in your pants and button down dress shirt.




*As for the non-update. I went to the doctor this morning. As of Saturday (the 5th) I will be 40 weeks pregnant and the Boy has no inclination for life on the outside. Perhaps you could all send him lovely messages about how wonderful life is on the outside of a human being and that would convince him to try his hand at it. Ok. Go!