My Baby Daddy

It may seem that this experience up to now has been all about me. And it is...don't get me wrong! But there is another responsible party involved in this scenario...at least that is how it usually works.

I should have known that these 9 months were going to get interesting when Troy's initial reaction was "How did this happen?!" I was afraid I was going to have to sit him down for a quick anatomy lesson. But after the initial shock wore off, his reaction was "Well, part of me wanted this to happen...." and he was sensitive enough to leave out the rest "....but the other part of me is terrified and SO not ready to be a dad!"

Only weeks later I was getting ready for work and I flipped my hair over to blow dry (you know...it gives you extra volume). Troy almost had a stroke rushing out of the shower to tell me that the blow dryer is WAY too loud and shouldn't be that close to my stomach. AY DIOS MIO! This could be a very long 9 months.

And he says I have been overreacting! Every woman in the US over the last 40 years has used a blow dryer (or worse) everyday of their lives. And do they all have deaf babies? Come on!

Yesterday I offered to mow the yard while he edged, I could tell that he really wasn't into the idea of doing it by himself. But he told me that he didn't need my help. He might have been concerned about me pushing the heavy mower around and putting too much strain on myself. For a split second I assumed that he was worried about his little-princess-angel-delicate flower-sweet wifey getting overheated or overworked. But my illusions of his concern melted away when he explained that the neighbors might see his pregnant wife out carting around the lawn mower! He has a reputation to uphold!

We visited my family this weekend at their lake house in Bridgeport. Other than the fact that I wasn't allowed to tear it up on the jet skis, we had a great time. We got to hang out with family (shout out to my Denton Knights ;) and eat junk food and had no responsibilities for 2 days...my idea of a good time. But I asked my cousin and his wife if they had picked out their baby names yet. Their baby is due 7 weeks after ours and I fully assumed they wouldn't have anything nailed down which would make me feel better. Wrong! They had a girl and boy name picked out complete with middle names!

I am still not "allowed" to discuss names with Troy, even 19 weeks into being preggers. Troy figures we will cut our fighting time in half if we wait until we know if it's a girl or boy. He also assumes that I will have changed my mind 15 times by the time the kid actually gets here (though he may be on to something in both cases). So for now he/she will remain "the kid" or "the tic tac". It works for now.

I have not experienced significant cravings yet (clarification: craving and indulging are two totally different conditions). BUT my baby daddy just about killed us swerving off of Highway 59 the other day @ 4 in the afternoon. He HAD to have a donut right then...my non-sweet eating husband. I almost lost my lunch when he brought a crusty 12-hour old blueberry cake donut smothered in blueberry icing and a glazed donut drizzled in strawberry icing and covered in multi-color sprinkles back to the car.

The following week we took a random trip up to the Nestle Toll House store to get ice cream sandwiched between two snicker doodle cookies. Who is this guy?

Double chocolate chip brownie the size of your head a few days later. Yes, we're still talking about him, although I got to reap the benefits of his hankerin'.

I think there was 2-hour escapade of driving around Richmond looking for a homemade tamale stand somewhere in there too. I think he has finally accepted that these little outings just may be sympathy cravings.

And the icing on the cake-so to speak...last night at the grocery he snuck a tub of Blue Bell blackberry cobbler ice cream into the cart.