In the house:
Me: “Zack, I have to go to Walgreens, do you want to come?”
Him: “Sure. What do you have to get?”
Me: “Oh, I have to pick up a prescription. (Whispering) And a pregnancy test.”
Him: “And a what?”
Me: “And a pregnancy test.”
Him: Stunned Silence. “Really?”
Me: “Yeah. I’m pretty late.”
Him: “Dear God, If you love us, please, let Sarah be barren.”
In the car on the way:
Him: “What’s with all the baby clothes in the trunk?”
Me: “MP was giving them away, so I grabbed them to give to Sarah1 and the girls.”
Him: “Oooooh.”
Me: “I guess it does look weird, me taking you to Walgreens for a pregnancy test with a trunk full of baby clothes. I bet you were all, ‘Woah, she’s thinking ahead!’”
Him: “Hardly. Babies don’t even need clothes until they’re 2 years old. Before that you can just dress them in paper sacks. It’s not like they’re going to remember it anyway. And if they do, when they turn 2 and you start dressing them in real clothes, they’ll be all, ‘I LOVE YOU, YOU’RE THE BEST FOR GIVING ME THESE SNAZZY CLOTHES!’”
Back home again:
Him: “How long ’til we know if we have to start saving up paper sacks?”
(for the record: not pregnant.)
bahahahah.
Him: “Dear God, If you love us, please, let Sarah be barren.” That’s awesome.
I’m glad God does love you, but I do hope you’re not barren.
you so did not tell me all this today!! i would have had so much fun with z cuz clearly my girls do NOT wear paper sacks. nor do i think he would honestly be ok dragging them around the zoo with their shiney white hineys hanging out! (this comment has not been spellchecked either. what.)
muahhaha.. if you were pregnant- do you realize how many *more* deadbolts would probably go into that house?!