Categories 
Oct
4
2006
Burdens
-Ow! You stepped on my foot. Again.
-Why do you even stay married to me?
-I don’t know… Oh yeah. I’m carrying your child. Your very heavy child.
-I haven’t even taken a single turn.
-Yeah! Bring me some ice cream.
-OK.
Oh the license that pregnancy gives you. My favorite was always answering the Q “what are you doing?” “Oh just making your baby!” hope your ice cream was yummy.
Hello. What blog software do you use? The formatting is first rate.
thanks
I want to comment on the last post but i can’t! Darn it.
Anyway.. you must live near me. House of Stools cracks me up too.
Have you ever been to the Palace of Fine Junk? is the Junk really Fine?
oh and.. You forgot Mr Bling Blings (where you can get gold teeth) I love my neighborhood.
I must say that all of you mothers and mothers-to-be deserve all mankind respect… quite the task to carry a baby.
But above all, you deserve all the ice cream in the world. =)
BTW: we just found out that we are having a baby boy. Looking at that little guy moving all over the place is the best thing I have seen in my entire life.
sounds quite heavenly actually. i love the intimate banter generated after so many years of knowing.
Sounds like a happy marriage to me, particularly one where the nice lady is pregnant.
There’s the old saying that if men had to carry and deliver the babies, the planet would be empty. That having been said, the very least we men folk can do is fetch things for our pregnant wives.
I offered to install a zipper in my wife’s uterus, (you know, to make delivery easier) but she didn’t take me up on it.
(There’s a product for mightygoods! A Zippered uterus! Or maybe velcro?)
my uterus even laughed at that
If any guy would willingly and lovingly carry a baby for his wife, I have no doubt it would be Mr. Mason.
Feet stepping on is nearly a daily thing in our house. My husband explains that it only happens because he feels like he needs to be close to me all of the time. Clocking me in the head with his elbow while I am sleeping? Again? That is the thing that makes me wonder why I stay married to him. Then I could marry a seahorse, they carry the heavy babies.
Yay for ice cream!
My husband steps on my feet almost every day. I had no idea it was such a common phenomenon.