(note: this whole blog is tongue-in-cheek and not meant to be taken seriously)
Everyone knows I am giddy with happiness. My wife is pregnant and we’re going to have a baby. I am ready and willing to help and assist in any way I can. I have been waiting on my lovely wife hand and foot since we found out last week she is pregnant.
Still, I have to wonder how much of her lethargy and morning sickness is psychosomatic and not physiological.
Since she found out she is pregnant she is sleeping like a zillion hour s a day. Don’t get me wrong, Carey has always been a power-sleeper, but now she has license to sleep and no guilt to go along with it. It’s NAP ON for her now.
But that’s not what I am blogging about today. Today I am blogging about a particular incident. I have no doubts that Carey has a lot of morning sickness. In the morning. In the afternoon. In the evening. It’s almost constant for her.
So yesterday morning we woke up to find out our beagle, Cassie, had suffered from a bout of explosive diarrhea in her crate the night before. Carey took one look at the mess and literally ran out the door, outside in the driveway, in her pajamas, and started making all sorts of god-awful gagging, dry-heaving, sounds.
She refused to come back in until I had cleaned the mess, mopped the floor, washed the crate, bathed the dog, and restored the house to its normal “smell.” She stood in the driveway, hair all askew, in her Smurfette Underoos, and waited for me to clean the mess.
And she blames it on the baby. I’m not finding it odd that she gagged and couldn’t handle the cleanup. I’m just not sure it has anything to do with the pregnancy. I think she now has a reason to justify her weak stomach!
Her excuse now trumps whatever excuse I can come up with so I am forced to do all the dirty work she doesn’t want to do! All she has to do is blame it on the baby and I am pretty much stuck. How do you top that?
It’s not fair, I say!