But first, here I was thinking that I might just be blogging for myself and I post a long whine and voila! readers appear. Super-cool, kind readers who offer to help. Truly incredible.
We did a little craigslisting (well, the local version) today and landed up walking past the coolest playground ever. And although the fusspot is too little to really care, we went in for a bit. At one point a rather pregnant woman waddled past while chasing a toddler and I must have given her a wistful look because JD asked what was wrong.
I muttered something about being jealous. Instead of dropping it JD asked why and I explained that at the very, very earliest I will be back at the clinic when the fusspot is 18 months and more likely a bit older and thus there's no way I'll be chasing a 2-year-old with a 6-month plus belly (and of course a large part of the bitterness is that the delay is from work and location issues, not a deliberate 'spacing' on our part).
JD looked very seriously at me and said: "Don't worry. You won't need to be nearly 6 months pregnant to look like that. In fact, you could still pass now on a bad day."
And that's my guy for you.
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2 comments:
Wow. That's so tactless that it's kinda charming ; )
Glad you seem to be settling in well. Looking forward to hearing more!
Can we assume that just you and fusspot slept on the futon last night, while Daddy was kicked to the floor, sans blanket, LOL, for his tact?!
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