Another is to ask if I'm contracting or going to in to labor when I call him, which would be understandable, I suppose, except I'll usually ask how he's doing or what he's going to get for dinner ... not exactly questions I would waste time on if I were, in fact, going in to labor.
Lately, when he says goodbye to me in the morning, he'll ask if I had a lot of contractions the night before. Since I'm usually asleep the whole time except for about 12 trips to the bathroom, I have to say no.
My charming husband has also coined a new nickname for me: Fatty Fat Fat. Clever, no? Conveniently he has started this during the first week that I actually FEEL fat and not just pregnant. He says he can't call me this at any other time, although I have to wonder why he thinks he can call me that at *this* time. I do have to admit that it is cute in a twisted way when he says "Awww, my two favorite girls: Flat Face and Fatty Fat Fat."
Last week, Tim decided to get Mexican food for dinner as a way to jump start labor. (To be clear, I was at work, and he was going to get Mexican by himself.) I'm not sure he understands exactly how this process works, but needless to say, it did not put me in to labor.
And last week one of my weekly pregnancy e-mails included a quiz about "what gender should you parent?" I took the quiz and got the same result as Tim, but I loved how he phrased it in the response to me: "Evidently, either a boy or girl would lucky to call me Mom."
Dear Elle, you'll quickly find that your father has quite the sense of humor - this is just a small sampling. But he's very much ready to meet you and win your over with his comedic charms! C'mon out!
Classic! He's lucky--Matt would get decked if the word fat left his lips once, let alone three times in quick succession...though I have to admit "flat face" is kind of funny in a twisted way. And I'm right with you on the phone calls and texts...they must have a subconscious fear that we're going to sneak off and do this thing on our own.
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