Learning Curve

The Hubs and I have had several conversations now about what the hell to do with this kid once we bring it home.  I have some experience with babies, him - not so much.  As in none.  It should be interesting. 

It has also been interesting seeing him adapt to this new news and the idea that our lives will be completely different so soon. 

For example, the other day, he suggested we go to a T.om P.etty concert. 2 hours away. In August.

Yes.  August, when I will be a ripe 8 months pregnant.

Hubs:  So, what do you say?  Concert at Whateveritis Pavillion?

KP: In August?

Hubs: Yes, August.  Why, is that not okay?

KP: August? When I will be 8 months pregnant?

Hubs: But we'll be going on vacation to the beach (also two hours away) just a week or two before that?  All of a sudden you can't travel?

KP:  AUGUST? WHY WOULD I WANT TO GO TO AN OUTDOOR CONCERT DURING THE HOTTEST MONTH OF THE YEAR WHERE I HAVE TO STAND UP THE ENTIRE TIME WHILE CARRYING THE WEIGHT OF A WATERMELON IN MY ABDOMEN IN ADDITION TO TRAVELING TWO HOURS TO EXPERIENCE THIS WITH A BUNCH OF DRUNK, STONED AND HIGH OLD HIPPIES?

Hubs:  o_o

The lesson here is that it's been a little bit of a learning curve with the Hubs. I mean, I can tell you all day long that my life has changed drastically. Everything has changed. From the way my now fat ass fits (or doesn't fit) into my pants, to why I don't want lettuce or to smell chicken, and I can't drink. It's just not as tangible for him yet. And I understand. He doesn't see the change in me as much as I am aware of it. I think (HOPE) once I start to look more pregnant it will be a little more real to him. Since the NT scan yesterday, and the ultrasound that shows a pretty visible representation, I think he is more aware.

My reaction was probably a little blown out of proportion, but hey, I'm pregnant, and it IS an excuse.