Mr. Josh Goes to Pasedena
Yesterday I promised to tell the story of how my husband ended up going to the Rose Bowl when I was 36 weeks pregnant, also known as, "Why I Am The Greatest Wife Ever."
When the University of Illinois was selected to play in the Rose Bowl way back in November, a good friend of ours was visiting and he and Josh were talking about going to the game. Because I have a photographic recall of all calendar days during my pregnancy, I instantly laughed heartily because I knew I would be 36 weeks on New Year's Eve and there was no way in hell he was flying across the country when I could go into labor.
He told me that night, "But it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!" Nevermind the fact that really isn't true, it was a pretty weak argument. I thought about it for a day or two, however, and after realizing I would still have my cerclage, decided the chances of me going into labor would be really low.
I walked upstairs, grabbed him by the shoulders and said, "Merry Christmas, you can go. Have a good time." He was thrilled, until he heard the caveat that went with it. I told him he could either go to the Rose Bowl now or to London to see his friend in the spring. But it was one or the other.
As an aside, it's not like I "let" him do anything. But I find it unfair he would get two expensive trips, by himself, not to mention leaving me with the two kids after being gone all week at work if he went to London. So of course I had to raise a huge stink about it.
Suddenly, his "once-in-a-lifetime" experience wasn't so exciting anymore.
"I would rather go to the London," he said. I'm sorry, what? He's been to London like 10 times, most recently two months ago. Why on earth he needs to go again is beyond me. So we left it at him saying he was doing both and that I could come to London too! Except hi, I have to take my boobs with me to London and the new baby will be breastfeeding and leaving for a week is just not an option.
So he booked a flight for New Year's morning so he could spend New Year's Eve with me and is scheduled to fly home tomorrow night. He got his fun little trip (Funny, he also went on a fun little trip with friends when I was 35 weeks pregnant with Jack. I am sensing a trend.) and I stayed home. I like football. I like the Rose Bowl. But the airlines, they do not like the 36-week pregnant ladies so much.
Seriously, how many women in this stage of pregnancy would encourage this behavior? Not many. But this is why I am the Greatest Wife EVER.
When the University of Illinois was selected to play in the Rose Bowl way back in November, a good friend of ours was visiting and he and Josh were talking about going to the game. Because I have a photographic recall of all calendar days during my pregnancy, I instantly laughed heartily because I knew I would be 36 weeks on New Year's Eve and there was no way in hell he was flying across the country when I could go into labor.
He told me that night, "But it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!" Nevermind the fact that really isn't true, it was a pretty weak argument. I thought about it for a day or two, however, and after realizing I would still have my cerclage, decided the chances of me going into labor would be really low.
I walked upstairs, grabbed him by the shoulders and said, "Merry Christmas, you can go. Have a good time." He was thrilled, until he heard the caveat that went with it. I told him he could either go to the Rose Bowl now or to London to see his friend in the spring. But it was one or the other.
As an aside, it's not like I "let" him do anything. But I find it unfair he would get two expensive trips, by himself, not to mention leaving me with the two kids after being gone all week at work if he went to London. So of course I had to raise a huge stink about it.
Suddenly, his "once-in-a-lifetime" experience wasn't so exciting anymore.
"I would rather go to the London," he said. I'm sorry, what? He's been to London like 10 times, most recently two months ago. Why on earth he needs to go again is beyond me. So we left it at him saying he was doing both and that I could come to London too! Except hi, I have to take my boobs with me to London and the new baby will be breastfeeding and leaving for a week is just not an option.
So he booked a flight for New Year's morning so he could spend New Year's Eve with me and is scheduled to fly home tomorrow night. He got his fun little trip (Funny, he also went on a fun little trip with friends when I was 35 weeks pregnant with Jack. I am sensing a trend.) and I stayed home. I like football. I like the Rose Bowl. But the airlines, they do not like the 36-week pregnant ladies so much.
Seriously, how many women in this stage of pregnancy would encourage this behavior? Not many. But this is why I am the Greatest Wife EVER.
Labels: Married Life, Pregnancy
posted by Amy at
9:32 PM
2 Comments:
one of my friends encouraged her husband to change jobs about 4 weeks before her due date. Mostly because it meant he was going to have to be out of town for 2 weeks and she would rather have had him out of town before the baby instead of after the baby. But I can't imagine letting my husband leave for a trip right before the baby is supposed to arrive.
Hell, at 36w "pregnant", Ethan was already a week and a half old! LOL You are the best wife EVER. Make sure you tell him that daily. Hourly, maybe.
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