Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Double Dare
My youngest sister dared me to post this.
I feel like I've already "exposed" myself to the blogosphere, so why not one more time?
When I was expecting baby #4, KitKat was only 6 months old. She was as demanding as a baby as she was a toddler and now a pre-schooler. AAA was 4 years old and my L'il Man was 3. In other words, I was worn OUT! So one afternoon, M and I were driving around and I was thinking about names for the baby. At that point, I didn't know if baby #4 was a girl or boy. M - his name is Mark - I just need to go ahead and tell you this because the story is not funny without you knowing this - likes "plain" names for boys, like Bob, David, Steve, Dan, Mike, John, etc. So I was thinking through his brothers' names - Philip, David, and John - and I said, "Hmm. I'm surprised you don't have a brother named Mark." He said, "It would be kind of redundant, don't you think?" And I thought to my tired, pregnant self, "Oh, does hehave a brother named Mark?", except I actually SAID IT OUT LOUD "Oh, do you have a brother named Mark?" He just looked at me. And all of a sudden I realized, my husband's name is Mark. True story.
The worst part of this story is that MARK DIDN'T LAUGH! I could have handled it if we had enjoyed a good laugh over this. But he did not laugh. It didn't stop me from laughing, but you can only gutt-laugh for so long until you start feeling embarrassed. Fortunately, we had a girl. And the one thing that I was sure of was my own name, so I didn't have to worry about naming her "Tiffany."
(If you don't understand the above post, it's not you. It's just that you are a man and you have never experienced the extreme exhaustion that settles into your bones when you are expecting a baby.)
P.S. Mimi thinks that I am "ruining my image" by posting this story, along with the previous post about the "17 second microwaved hotdog on white bread" that I ate while standing up and loading the dishwasher. I was just happy to hear that she thought I had an image to ruin! I'm just keeping it real!
I feel like I've already "exposed" myself to the blogosphere, so why not one more time?
When I was expecting baby #4, KitKat was only 6 months old. She was as demanding as a baby as she was a toddler and now a pre-schooler. AAA was 4 years old and my L'il Man was 3. In other words, I was worn OUT! So one afternoon, M and I were driving around and I was thinking about names for the baby. At that point, I didn't know if baby #4 was a girl or boy. M - his name is Mark - I just need to go ahead and tell you this because the story is not funny without you knowing this - likes "plain" names for boys, like Bob, David, Steve, Dan, Mike, John, etc. So I was thinking through his brothers' names - Philip, David, and John - and I said, "Hmm. I'm surprised you don't have a brother named Mark." He said, "It would be kind of redundant, don't you think?" And I thought to my tired, pregnant self, "Oh, does hehave a brother named Mark?", except I actually SAID IT OUT LOUD "Oh, do you have a brother named Mark?" He just looked at me. And all of a sudden I realized, my husband's name is Mark. True story.
The worst part of this story is that MARK DIDN'T LAUGH! I could have handled it if we had enjoyed a good laugh over this. But he did not laugh. It didn't stop me from laughing, but you can only gutt-laugh for so long until you start feeling embarrassed. Fortunately, we had a girl. And the one thing that I was sure of was my own name, so I didn't have to worry about naming her "Tiffany."
(If you don't understand the above post, it's not you. It's just that you are a man and you have never experienced the extreme exhaustion that settles into your bones when you are expecting a baby.)
P.S. Mimi thinks that I am "ruining my image" by posting this story, along with the previous post about the "17 second microwaved hotdog on white bread" that I ate while standing up and loading the dishwasher. I was just happy to hear that she thought I had an image to ruin! I'm just keeping it real!
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4 comments:
You are not ruining your image. I love that story. I hadn't heard that one.
LOL! That is so funny!
Sounds like something I would say because MY hubbie is always 10 steps ahead of me...in terms of using his brain!
My three little ones have killed all my brain cells I have decided...it's just like putty up there!
The kind W got all over his shirt. That kind.(:
Your posts leave me laughing out loud, really laughing out loud!
Thanks for the daily smile!
That's hilarious!! We've all been right there with ya!
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