I love my husband. Dearly. Like, to infinity and beyond and stuff. But man, sometimes the crap that comes out of his mouth just leaves me flabbergasted. I've learned over the years to look beyond the ACTUAL words to the intent of the words. Recently we were having a phone conversation and he said one thing but meant something else. Instead of just getting all pissed and hurt and harboring resentment - which I admit to doing on more than one occasion - I said, "I know you didn't mean to say what you said but it still hurt my feelings." Of course he explained that he didn't mean what it sounded like and didn't mean to hurt my feelings. And we moved on.
But sometimes? There's just no overlooking things.
Like this morning - listen, I'm in a boatload of pain over here. Migraines, my pelvis is separated, my tailbone is killing me, I'm 400 months pregnant and chasing kids all over creation while working and taking care of the house and my BP is high. (Oh, yeah, and baby day has been moved to the 20th instead of the 10th due to hospital policy.)
I am a basket of joy wrapped in the cellophane of sunshine and light.
Anyway. So we were talking about someone else that has to have a medical procedure and I was commenting on how patient her husband was going to have to be because he wasn't going to be getting any for a long, long time. We laughed together - good times. Rob commented that her husband was definitely feeling the pain, too.
Then he says...
"Your body is my body so I feel what you do."
*cough cough*
Come again?
What about if someone sticks a needle into his brain over and over while flashing a strobe light in front of his eyes?
Walking up and down the stairs, repeatedly, while carrying 20 (uhm ok fine..30) extra pounds strapped to the front of him while squeezing a ball between his legs?
Maybe he could go ahead and get hit by a bus right before I give birth - but don't die! And only get Tylenol for his pain.
Or perhaps he could push an entire watermelon, through his anus, in one piece after his body works REALLY hard to expel it.
No?
Well. THEN we can talk about him feeling the pain I feel.
Seriously.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
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"I am a basket of joy wrapped in the cellophane of sunshine and light."
LMBO right now!
Did I tell you I get to have my baby on the 8th? Oh, wait... what were we talking about? :P Mine has complained my. entire. pregnancy. His back hurts, his allergies are killing him, his knee hurts, blah, blah, blah. 'Polite Brandi' left several months back, now I just tell him to shut it. ;)
Hope the 20th gets here fast for you. For me, I'm sure it's going to feel like a year until next Wednesday.
Oh you are little Miss Mary Sunshine today aren't you? You deserve every ounce of those feelings too! They try, bless their hearts, but there is just no way they will ever understand!
Fell better and let the countdown begin...T minus 20 days!
Men! I think "mine" talks just to hear himself talk. grrr
Baby countdown!!! Yay!
-on a serious note - I pray everything goes as planned with the new arrival!
Thanks for the laugh. I'm sorry it was sort of at your expense... or his... maybe I need some caffeine this morning.
LOL - you are so funny! I am so excited for you and your new baby. I can't believe that you are so far along. I feel like I haven't been over to say hi in so long. Sorry I am such a flaky blog friend. It's been a crazy summer!
I am praying that everything goes well with the the new baby - I am sure it will!
xoxo
Jen
I admire you for having a sense of humour in the midst of your pain. I've missed visiting your blog. I'm hoping to be more regular about blog visits now. Hang in there! But not the baby--the baby should definitely not hang in there.
Yeah...guys really want to relate but really just can't.
Ha, your husband is funny! Through it all, you still have your humor. I love it!
BAHAHAHAAHA!! MEN!
I was talking to your hubby about your other recent post, commenting that he must have done a great job cleaning the yard. He said yeah, but the payoff never happened. Now I'm guessing it really won't happen :)
Hang in there, girlfriend.
Oh, Rob... What is the man thinking? Just wait, in 3 weeks, he will also have the joy of sore, aching, swollen breasts and cracked nipples! I bet he can't wait for that!
why do they say such things???? i do not understand!!!
Ohhhh, men....they really should learn to think before they speak! ;-)
LOL, poor guy really has no clue.
Tell him that cabbage leafs really do work for sore breasts after his milk comes in.
You made it this far, what's another 20 days? (ducking to avoid your fist)
The phrase that comes to mind is, Boys Are Dumb,Throw Rocks At Them"!
thanks for the giggle. but seriously...the end is near for you. :)
Come on man. Seriously, he did not say that with a straight face. Seriously, he's not still walking upright is he?
They like to think they can even IMAGINE what we ahve to go through to make and bake those kids, but they have no clue! Poor Heidi! I hope you can get through the next 19 days in one piece! Hugs!!
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