The Homestretch
Monday, April 5, 2010 at 3:33PM | by Katy We're officially in the homestretch. And it just occurred to me what an appropriate word that is to describe the last few weeks of pregnancy. Every day I'm convinced I've stretched this belly as far as it's willing to go. Then I look in the mirror and realize I'm wrong. You know it's stuck out pretty far when I have to get Brian to tell me what the scale reads. Another pound? I would have sworn I sweated out at least two pounds in my sleep last night! And another three just walking up the stairs.
Ah, well, the joys of pregnancy are there to remind men that we are the stronger sex when it comes to the pain and discomfort threshold. And that we simply let them think they're stronger in order to stroke their egos.
Take, for instance, my husband's "injury" last week. I got a call from Brian after one of his flights saying that he was on his way to the emergency room. "Don't worry, though," he said reassuringly. He was just going there because the flight doc was closed for the afternoon. When I asked him what had happened he explained that he was certain he either broke or sprained his knee on the jumpseat in the jet. And just how does one break one's knee on a jumpseat in a tiny cockpit? By briskly walking by it.
I did my best to stifle my laughter as he relayed the dilemma he now faces with his upcoming fitness test. I asked him to call me when he left the emergency room to put my mind at ease (wink, wink). About 30 minutes later, I received the news that Brian fortunately had NOT broken or even sprained his knee. No, the doctor was confident that it was a bruise and that some over-the-counter Ibuprofen would do the trick. They wrapped it up for him and sent him on his way. Too bad they were all out of Bob the Builder bandages and sugar-free suckers.
I couldn't help but tease him a little (okay, a lot) as he did his best to convince me that the doctor said "It COULD have been a chipped bone!" When he'd had enough of my mock-sympathy, he pointed to my enormous belly and screamed, "I HOPE IT HURTS WHEN IT COMES OUT!"
Oh, you'd better watch out, father-to-be. Because I'm pretty sure that labor room has LOTS of chairs. And I know I'm strong enough to throw them!
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Reader Comments (1)
HAHAHAHA- the comment I hope it hurts when it comes out is just plain mean. He should watch out, Chris got a kidney stone- and that taught him to be a little more understanding of what our bodies go through! Good luck fellow pregger!
Lauren