More stories from the last few months…
Actual text message exchange between my husband and me, two weeks before baby H was due last October. My husband left for work that morning hoping to finish early enough to attend T’s class picnic dinner. I texted him that afternoon, as I was packing the picnic basket.
Me: “Leaving soon. Should I pack a sandwich for you?”
His response: “WHAT?! Leaving for the hospital? Are you in labor?”
My response: “Leaving for T’s picnic.”
Then, unable to resist, me again…
“But I love that you think I would be at home, with three children, in labor, needing to get to the hospital, and would stop everything to text you and see if I should pack you a sandwich.”
My husband: “Ha, Ha. I’ll take turkey.”
In all fairness to my husband, I did have him (and myself, and my sister who was visiting and helping us) spooked, announcing on several occasions that I thought I was in labor before the actual event. The best false alarm was when I was having contractions 4-5 minutes apart while sitting on the couch, encouraging him to pack his bag and load the car. When he was completely ready, I got up and said we should leave as soon as I had eaten something (knowing they wouldn’t let me have anything at the hospital…) Mid-snack, the contractions stop completely and I said, “Huh. I think the contractions stopped! I really do. I think we can just go to bed.”
To which my husband replied, “You’re kidding, right? Because it’s 10pm, and I just chugged 3 Mt. Dews!”
Sheepish silence from me.
Uncontrollable laughter from my sister!
(Oh, newborn baby H, the main thing you should take from these stories is that your daddy was very, very eager to meet you. We all were. And you made us wait 6 days past your expected delivery date!)