Tuesday, November 2, 2010

A Father's Imagination...

Cob here.  This was my conversation with Mrs. Cob before bed last night:

Preggo:  Okay so I am going to take a Tylenol PM tonight.

Me:  Great.

Preggo:  Are you ok with that?

Me:  Yeah, why?  The doctor said you could and you need sleep.

Preggo:  She did.  I just wanted to let you know though... I wanted to make sure you are comfortable with it.  It's probably going to knock me right out.

Me:  I am fine with it.  Although... what if your water breaks? will you even know?

I stayed up a few more hours after that and went to bed much later than Mrs. Cob.  When I got upstairs she was sound asleep.  As I entered the room, this is the scene I imagined in my head.

Me: (thinking) Oh.  She is fast asleep.  Looks like that Tylenol worked.

(Gets into bed and jumps out immediately in shock.  Puts his hands back under the covers.  Eyes bug out)

Me:  Honey.  HONEY!  Wake up.  You water broke!  You slept through it, wake up!

Preggo:  Wha...

Me:  Your water broke!  The bed is soaked!  We gotta go!  Get up!  Let's go!

Preggo:  Calm down.  My water didn't break.

Me:....uh....

Preggo:  Yeah I had to go, but I didn't feel like getting up again.  Don't worry about it.

(fade to black)

It was at this point I asked myself what would I do next?  Would I get upset?  Would I demand she get out of bed?  Would I change the sheets?  Or... would i just let her go back to sleep and just sleep in the guest room.  I believe I concluded that I would just let her be and sleep downstairs myself.  Awful right?  Well.  Any sleep right now is good sleep, dry or wet.

2 comments:

  1. Yes, Mr. Cob, you are "awful" - and awfully funny! Love to all!!

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  2. You put a smile on my face---love always.

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