This morning, while I laid on the couch catnapping and nibbling on whatever I could shove down my mouth that came the closest to resembling cardboard (let’s just say that morning and night sickness are in FULL swing the last few days), Scott disappeared into the bedroom for a good 10 or 15 minutes. When he emerged he told me, “Don’t go into that bathroom, okay? Use Kendall’s if you need to.”
I figured he was being a sweet husband, saving me from the residual fumes that could send me into a fit of dry heaves, possibly leading to puking my brains out.
I left shortly after to take Kendall to a birthday party, where I’m quite proud of myself for not losing it all over the ball pit after chasing him back and forth. (The decision on my part to scarf down a whole piece of cake and cup of ice cream was poor, and one I regretted the whole 30 minute drive home.) Scott stayed home, insisting that he would clean the house, which he did. I think it’s starting to sink in that I’m officially a bump on a log (a BITCHY bump, at that), at least for now.
When I came home I asked him if it was safe to use our bathroom yet, figuring it had plenty of time to clear out since I left (and that he had plenty of time to find a plunger if it was something more).
Scott: “No. There’s something in there, and I don’t know what to do with it.”
Me ::widening eyes:: “What?”
Scott: “I don’t know where else to put it.”
Me: “You couldn’t flush it?”
Scott: “Huh? No. It’s for you.”
Me ::totally confused, disgusted, repulsed::
Scott: “I don’t know where else to hide it. I guess I could put it in the closet. DON’T go in the closet, okay?”
Soooooooo…. I really hope that’s some sort of Mother’s Day gift he’s hiding from me. Guess I’ll let you all know tomorrow. Good for him for getting me something before the actual day of Mother’s Day. First time that’s ever happened.
7 weeks pregnant/ Kendall is 2 years old
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I’m thinking something bigger than jewelry. Maybe a plant?
It DID smell like roses when I finally went in. Maybe his shit really does smell like roses, though.
Oh, intriguing…
Can’t wait to find out what it is! My husband, being the procrastinator he is, was going to go out tonight at 9pm to pick up my gift but instead told me it would be better if I picked it out myself tomorrow…I’m getting a new camera (yeah!) Have a Happy Mother Day!!
That sounds so intriguing. We’re postponing Mother’s Day to next weekend. My son’s 2nd birthday was today and we are just wiped (especially since I’m 9 weeks pregnant). Hope it’s something spectacular!!
Its GOTTA be bigger than jewelry if hes “hiding” it in the bathroom… hmmm…. Now I wanna know!!!! Cant wait for your next post…
oooh,cannot wait to find out what the hiddent gift is! And I love how men’s brains work! As for the progesterone poisoning aka morning sickness, have you ever tried crystilized ginger? I used it with my last two pregnancies and it actually worked pretty well. Took the edge off. You bite a bit off and hold it in your cheek like chew, and just let it dissolve. Also, anything really really sour can help. 🙂
Oh!! I am dying to know what he was hiding in the bathroom. I mean the bathroom of all places!!! How funny!
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