tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-135791082011-04-21T17:29:36.320-07:00Responsible white guy gets a little more domesticated as his wife is preggo with 3rd child! Aaahhhhhh!!!!!!chrisomatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11971353999245668372noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13579108.post-1118448854695281742005-06-10T17:13:00.000-07:002006-09-03T01:06:36.576-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4615/1199/1600/night-visitor1.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4615/1199/320/night-visitor1.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /><br />Oh my god! <span style="font-weight: bold;">OH! </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">MY!</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> GAWD!</span>!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It was a Saturday morning, early, around 5 AM. I'm a pretty sound sleeper, usually, and Saturday mornings remain very sacred sleep moments for many of us Mon-Fri rat race types. Anyway, I'm asleep in our room. I had the bed to myself. I left Norma on the couch, she probably fell asleep watching Who's Line or The Daily Show. So, anyway, I'm pretty comfortable with the bed to myself... even Quimby, our not-so-little Boston Terrier wasn't crowding me that night.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Now what is it about someone standing over you while you're fast asleep that just creeps the sh*t outta you? You could be in a crowded bus station, snoozing away no big whoop, hundreds of eyes passing you by... But the second a body gets within range and stares at you, kiss those sweet dreams goodbye.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So, it was 5 AM and I'm sleeping off a work week of domesticated duties. At first, I feel only a presence, a shadowy figure.. An axe murderor or an angel, I can't be sure. I open my eyes, get my bearings... I'm in my room, and Norma, my wife and angel (blah!), is standing there. She's kinda slouched over and not very happy in the little that I can see. Even though this isn't a normal occurance, I'm not very concerned. Should I be? I smell no smoke, hear no alarms. So what could it be?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"What's the matter?" I mumble.<br /><br />"...I'm pregnant!" she blubbers.<br /><br />I sluggishly stand to hug her and then laugh and laugh...<br /><br />And then we cry in our loving embrace.</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13579108-111844885469528174?l=chrisomatic.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chrisomatichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11971353999245668372noreply@blogger.com1