Poor Jessie-Poo
This waiting game is waaay harder on Jessie than it is me. This is mostly because I’m stuck in La La Land where I’m not always 100% lucid, but Jessie has to leave me here alone every day to go to work. Last night was a bad night for me and I just didn’t sleep. When he got up and left for work this morning, I watched the news until I was sure I would finally be able to get some sleep, so at 1:30, when I hadn’t gotten online to talk to him yet, he started worrying and called me. I’m finding it very cute right now. He is convinced that I’m not going to tell him I’m in labor untl after I’ve given birth to the kid in the bathtub. I dunno why…I would tell him way before then…like when I noticed the head hanging out or something.
Jessie is just also a bit of a worrier. Twice this weekend I was convinced for about an hour that I was in labor for real, but it just turned out to be false labor. I would tell Jessie this, and he’d quietly sit on the couch and freak out. Every time I even fidgeted uncomfortably he’d look at me in alarm and ask if I was in pain. Again, this was really cute, but it might be good advice to him at this point that if he’s going to do that when I’m actually in labor, he might want to hide anything sharp or pointy so I will not be tempted to maul him.
On a completely unrelated note, it cracks me up when people say or write “effing”. It reminds me of when we were little and we’d spell out cuss words so we wouldn’t get in trouble. I’m not afraid of dropping a good ol’ F Bomb, and I guess that makes me a vulgar wretch, but I still find it hilarious that people try to cushion the whole fuck thing. It’s not “Oh you fucking idiot!” It’s “Oh you effing idiot!” and that is just funny as fuck!
