mom's in bangkok now, celebrating her bday. it's possibly the last holiday i pay for her before the baby and new house comes. anyways, last night, i was experiencing major contractions. i swear i thought i was going to give birth!
me : so what happens if my water breaks tonight. who's going to look after the kids?
hubs : we'll leave AG in charge.
me : noooo, she's not going to be in charge.
hubs : look you can decide on anything you want, but i'm leaving her incharge.
me : don't be an ass ....
hubs : so rude!
how this man expected me to give birth in peace with the thought of my 9 year-old holding fort is beyond me.
so what do i do, i sms my child-phobic gay friend to be on standby.
me : i don't mean to scare you, but if i go into labour tonight, can you come over to look after the kids?
DG : eh ok. why do you say you are going into labour tonight?
me : she's hanging real low and i'm mondo uncomfortable. Also i've got contractions ... tho not consistent enuf ... yet.
DG : oh ok ... the kids got school tomorrow?
me : yes, but if i do go into labour, just leave them at home.
DG : but i've got an 8am meeting. need side kick help ... dee? obsidian?
me : lets not panic first ok. we cross our fingers and toes.
DG : ok will standby panic button. phasers set to stun
me : and scotty better be able to beam you here pronto! thanks babes!
now in hindsight, i wonder if hubs was right to want to leave the fort with my 9 year-old and whether i should have engaged the retro meeting-maker still stuck in a time warp. either way, thanks DG for being game : ) i dunno about you, but i slept peacefully.
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