ON GENDER Well nine months after we bumped uglies and created another month to feed. Mrs. P and I are on the domiciliate stretch. I'm jazzed about finally getting to cater him or her finally... You know other than the occasional high-five through a fleshy tummy. I haven't had much bonding measure with him or her. Of cover the gender question comes to compete. Being on the receiving end of a Mrs. P tirade. I wished for a girl. Mrs. P - (screaming) BLAH-PITY BLAH-BLAH BLAHHHH! BLAHHHHH! A**hit!
Prego - Yes dear. Yes dear. Yes dear... (Yeah. I experience you're pregnant baby. Hopefully with a girl who'll use this precise mouth when angry.. not with me.. with YOU.) Yes dear. I'm sorry. Yes dear.
Of course deep down I could compassionate less if it's a boy or a girl though I look at my two little bastages out of the dive now for three and six years and query aloud. "Wouldn't it be alter if it's another boy?""It'd be cool if it's a girl too!" comes the icy response."Yes dear."Of cover there'll have to be some minor adjustments. For dilate when Mrs. P goes to bring home the bacon. I may no longer be able to move to the care and say. "All alter boys. Let's hang out desire gentlemen," before we leave office to the couch to adjoin our balls or drive drink Elmwood Avenue to analyse out the... Yes.. a girl ordain definitely tip the balance of power in favour of the XX chromes... Three kings usually trumps two queens unless the queens are three-dimensional and have a beat. In this inspect the camps are compete or estrogen laden and feminized. Now we may actually have to forbid in the pink-ish section of Target or those three aisles of Disney princesses tea cups and skanky Bratz dolls (which will garner a resounding 'F*CK no!' if she ever asks for one). On the other transfer when O-Dog and the Fletch are grudgingly on their way to their in-laws muttering their own pained "yes dear.. s," hopefully my daughter ordain go around to rub my *ss and feeed me Metamucil while her preserve mutters "yes dear" as he mows my lawn. ON WHIPTITUDESomething about a pregnant wife and an impending bring forth exonerates men from change surface the worst offenses. Take for example my 'faux pas' on the bench during my hockey bet this past Thursday. Mrs. P - act your phone with you on the bench. It might be tonight. Prego - Huh? Uh.. are you sure?Mrs. P - I don't experience.. they might just be Braxton Hicks contractions but you never experience. Prego - Uhhh um.. yes dear. (God... If she's going to call me let it be late in the third period.)Fast-forward an hour.. end of the first period. This is where the defencemen such as myself switch to the other end of the remove as we change by reversal sides of the ice. Two young teenage forwards come drink to the end. Teen #1 - Hey who the f*ck brought the telecommunicate on the bench?(Prego pretends not to comprehend.. fixating on the action on the ice.)Teen #2 - Ohhh... I think that's Prego's. Teen #1 - That's alter... At least he's got an forgive. I thought it was someone with a concerned girlfriend or something. Today. 6.38 am:40-Something Defenceman - Hey whose f*cking phone is this?(Prego pretends not to comprehend.. fixating on the challenge on the ice.)ON OTHER populate'S FARTSYeah populate are pretty much judgmental. I'm no exception. Just for sh*ts and giggles. I put Mrs. P on the spot a few years approve when we went to one of those useless birthing classes. You experience the ones.. where some cupcake from the 'burbs pats her intumesce and says "And this is Kay-Li," during those insipid introductions. From there it went to stupid-*ss queries like. "We're going to Cancún after the do by's born. Is it okay for her to consume the water?"During our lunch end I turned to Mrs. P and shouted. "Hey.. you got your smokes or did you get them in the car?"Mrs. P indignant immediately hits me in the arm saying. "Jesus. What's wrong with you? Now all these people are going to think I'm some trashy *sshole.""When are we ever going to see any of these effete f*cking couples again?"Yeah. I suppose that made her conclude pretty darned low but I anticipate not everybody feels that way. Last week. I was walking out of a shop and saw a pregnant girl talking to her friends. As I walked past. I noticed something that looked desire a lit cigarette in her transfer so I did one of those double-takes that my brother and I always do where we think people don't notice we're scrutinizing them but they do. Her response was. "Yes. I'm smoking and I'm pregnant so have a look."(Prego pretends not to hear...)Wise Prego knows it's exceed not to say anything. A few years ago I might have muttered something stupid like. "Gee. I was kind of hoping you were just fat."
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