26
Aug
Poor Man
Az the Husband has a new request for me.
“Please, please, please. You have to have the baby this week.”
He knows it’s not really up to me, but I would love to comply. I ask why the new urgency.
“Because this week is our company outing. You remember. We’re going to a comedy club.”
He closes his eyes in pain.
“Do you know who the act is?” He swallows hard and his voice gets smaller. “It’s Pauly Shore.”
So unless I go into labor and give him a valid excuse, Az will be enduring a travail of his own.
I’m not sure which of us will suffer more.
Julie
That’s the best reason I’ve EVER heard for inducing labor!
Clemntine
Two words: Prodromal Labor
It’s the on-again-off-again twingy-stoppy time where you’re ramping up to the Real Deal. If you’re past 37 weeks, you could, at any given moment, be in prodromal labor. And no man whose wife is in prodromal labor should be within 100 yards of Pauly Shore.
Minnesotamom
Oh, that is SO sad. Maybe you can “weez the juice” together after the outing…
kelli
Oh dear, somebody beat me to the “weezing the juice” reference. Oh well.
Maybe it won’t be so bad?
JulieC
I had to look up Pauly Shore on the internet. (Seriously.) I have no life.
Happy Geek
I’m still trying to figure out “weeze the juice.”
Pauly Shore?
Have fun Az:)
Kelly @ Love Well
Could be worse. Could be Carrot Top.
Heidi
PAULY SHORE! How can Az pass up an evening with the genius behind Son-In-Law?
Seriously, have the baby, Veronica. Give the man something to live for.
Antique Mommy
Yeah, that’s a toss up. At least you’d come away with a baby whereas Az could never get those two hours of his life back.
Melanie
Send me your address. I’m going to send Az a Brian Regan DVD just in case he misses Pauly Shore. You can take it to the hospital with you if you end up getting induced. You know, the hospital where they generally have TV’s and DVD players. : ) It will be a real treat, I promise.
Melanie
Love the new header, by the way. I’m probably behind with my observation of that, but it’s due to my love of Google Reader.
Adventures In Babywearing
Oh dear. At the stage you are in you can still claim labor and then later just say it was false labor?
Steph
Melanie
Maybe he should get the epidural.
Mrs Lemon
bwahaha I was just about to say he should get an epidural to deaden the pain. Oh well. I’m not very original today
Kimberly
Incidentally, re: the header: My two year old son loves it. He always wants to “see baby’s foot?” and then he wants me to “open” up the picture more so he can see the entire baby. Similarly, he wanted me to “open” my tummy so he could “see baby growing inside mommy.”
And he is two, so I can’t really explain it to him.
Pauly Shore? *snicker* I actually think he is funny, but I can see where Az would be tortured.
T with Honey
I love Steph’s idea!!!
I can definitely sympathize with Az the husband’s predicament. I was quietly cheering on the inside when I had to miss our group BBQ when my mom went into the hospital this past June. Silver lining, baby. Gotta find the silver lining.
Tonggu Momma
Oh. My. Gosh. Kelly said my line!!!!! (And can you believe I just discovered her blog today?)
gretchen from lifenut
Where in the world does your husband work?
Jennifer
Is ol’ Pauly still hanging around? Wow. Never woulda thunk it. Definitely reason enough to have a baby.
I’ll tell you what would be funny - watching Az the Husband watch Pauly Shore. Now THAT’S entertainment.
Jamie
Oh, dear. May the Lord sustain you both.
(Apologies to Az the Husband, but Excruciatingly Pregnant still trumps Pauly Shore Live, as painful as that experience might be.)
Octamom
Yikes–I had no idea Pauly Shore was still around…and touring….and apparently still making money doing it…let’s face it, there are things from the ’80’s and early 90’s that should stay there….
Blessings!
Kelly @ Wisdom Begun
UGH! The poor guy, I feel for him. That is truly a good reason to go into labor. Please, oblige the man.
Memarie Lane
I’m not due until October 1, and everyone is after me to give birth STAT. Not people I know, mind you, but random strangers at the grocery store. They demand that I give birth immediately, and to a boy at that (it’s a girl, but apparently they expect me to trust their psychic intuitions over an ultrasound). I tell them this is my third and if anything it will be two weeks late, and they just smirk and shake their heads sagely. “No, it’s today. And it’s a boy.” ARGH!