Flat Tires

Me: So, Renee got a flat tire when she was driving to one of her stores the other day. Luckily she was just leaving her house and there is a mechanic shop right around the corner so they got it patched up for her.
Martin: Oh yeah. That's good.
Me: Yeah. And I was just thinking I don't know what I would do if I got a flat tire. I mean, I got one once when I had stores out in Buffalo, but it wasn't really a big deal. I just filled it with air at the gas station right next to the store and then drove two blocks to a Goodyear and they patched it. But out here? I mean, I just think what if I got one when I was driving between Ithaca and Horseheads. I don't even know if there is a jack in my car to even change a tire.
Martin: I'm sure there is a jack in the wheel well, but I would not want you changing a tire on the side of the road.
Me: Why not??? I am sure I can handle it. I can change tires you know??? I've done it before. On skidsteers, even.
Martin: Well first of all, you are with child! And second of all, the last thing I would want is for the car to fall on top of you or something. I will put together a list of names and numbers of people who do roadside assistance for you to call.

I'm not sure if this story better exhibits what a sweet and caring, albeit worrisome husband I have or that I talk way to much in "conversations"

Boosting My Confidence

My dear friend Ranatta was kind enough to pick me up from the airport when I returned home from my trip to Texas. On the way back to my house, between filling each other in on the events that had occurred in our absence we stumbled onto the topic of...........wait for it................you can probably guess it....................yep, I think you're on the right track...........the baby.

Ranatta: So, I was thinking. I really love that you guys are having this baby.
Me: Yeah. Me too.
Ranatta: Because, you know it wasn't planned, so its really a love baby. Which is nice.
Me: Yeah. I think so too, because there's never really a good time to have a baby so I'm kind of glad we didn't have to plan it.
Ranatta: Yeah. And also.....ok.....don't take this the wrong way.....but do you remember what you looked like that week after you came back from Florida. I mean, that was the week when your face looked like you had chemical burns. I mean, if you think about it, that baby was made that week. Which means Martin must really love you. So you really are having a love baby.

And whenever I need to feel good about myself, I turn to Ranatta.

Panic Stricken

I want to start this post off with an apology for the mass amount of pregnancy posts that have been occurring in the last few days. Its just that I have ten weeks worth of pregancy stories to share and I don't want to forget any of the good ones. I promise, if you don't like hearing about babies all the time cough *Ingrid* cough. I will resume with other posts....eventually.....maybe....if I can stop thinking about this baby for 32 seconds.


Me: So, the doctor said my uterus is already starting to grow. (circa 7 weeks pregnant)
Martin: Immediately gets tense and very urgently, Is that a good thing?
Me: Well....I think so. I mean, I think he would have said something if it was a bad thing.
Martin: It didn't occur to you to ask him if its a good thing???

Oh, worrisome father, and at this point all we have is a pea, wait till we have a teenager.