I have never seen Cpt J panic... until yesterday. He is the calm one, the cool headed one, yeah right!
We were sitting watching a movie. Well, he was sitting. I have to get up, sit down, move one leg, move the other, rub my belly, rub my back - you get the picture. I will occasionally get these "electric shocks" if you will, on various parts of my front. Lately, the electric shock has been shooting down my pelvis, which I am convinced is a hand reaching out of my vajayjay. Anway, it usually goes away pretty quick, but yesterday it lingered. I sort of leaned forward, let my belly hang between my legs and just sort of panted. The look of terror on J's face was priceless. He jumped up, went outside to smoke, paced back and forth... he freaked.
Once he calmed down, we discussed that he needs to get it together. Like seriously, I am the one who can't handle stress and I will be a little too busy to keep him calm. I never thought I would see this side of him. He is sure he will be ok, but I am beginning to wonder. He calls from remote places in the country and asks me how I am feeling. Dude, I will never tell you the truth. I will spring it on you when you get home, or you receive a call from the hospital. You have become a basket case.
Weekly OB tomorrow, please give me some good news!!!!
Cpt J's wife has approximately three Fridays until she can have a margarita
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