“I’m stuffed,” I said, declining something my husband was offering me to eat. I have not been able to eat well enough to be “stuffed” throughout most of this pregnancy, so this was, ironically, as I felt terrible because of the stuffed-ness, a good thing.
My husband turns to me, smiling, and declares, “Good!” And he means it.
However, looking right at me and without missing a beat, he adds, “You look it!” His smile gets even bigger at his joke.
“Patrick!” I fuss at him, and we suddenly both are laughing. I said something to the effect of, ‘Don’t say stuff like that!’ He knows my brain gets irrationally panicked at weight-related stuff these days.
Fortunately, however, my brain accepted that he was clearly joking and not in a mean way at all, so we had a very good laugh over the stupid and silly joke that the massively pregnant woman, due in three weeks, looks stuffed. Not with food, of course.
Coincidentally, he is out of town with extended family tonight, so they can go hunting together tomorrow morning and Sunday morning. It’s just the two of them. And they’re all the way on the other side of Texas. But I think it shall be very good for the both of them, both to spend time together and to be out doing manly things without their wives and family. I think they both need to rest from all of us right now. I am so glad he invited Patrick. And that Patrick was able to make it work(!).
(By the way, if you didn’t get the coincidence, it’s that they’re hunting deer, which get stuffed after being hunted.)
He had a last-minute lesson scheduled for him yesterday, to take place this morning. The cousin’s husband was planning to leave town this morning to head to the deer lease, six hours away. Fortunately, the weather is good enough this weekend, so Patrick rented a plane, and flew himself to a small airport very close to the lease, and was picked up by the cousin-in-law there. Flying takes roughly half the time of driving, including a stop for gasoline, so he was able to do his morning lesson, drive to a different airport altogether, and then fly himself out to meet near the lease. Super cool to me!
And he flew over my brother’s house and property on the way, and my brother saw him. Also very cool!
When they finish Sunday morning, he’ll be dropped off at the airport again, at which point he’ll fly himself back to town, and probably would be home before the cousin-in-law is. Actually, whom am I kidding? He more likely will dawdle and fly around to other spots and such before returning fully, and will be home well after the in-law. But he could be home way sooner, if he so chose to be. Haha
Anyway… going to sleep. It kind of feels like the next few days will be big changers for me and us… just throwing that out there. I hope it is in all good ways, of course(!).
God, guide us, please. Make me and the baby and my husband well, please, and keep us safe. Grant us a safe and easy and loving and healthy labor and delivery. If it be your will, grant us this baby girl. Thank you for our home and our lives. In your name, I pray. Amen.
Post-a-day 2024
(Man! Caught myself immediately this time, but still! Haha)
Post-a-day 2025
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