Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Yes Sir, Sergeant, Sir!
My husband is a former Marine and was in the Corp for seven years. No, he never went to war. Yes, he carries a subtle drill sergeant attitude with him at all times.
We talk about the number of children we want (I'm want 3, and he's suggesting 4) and the ratio of boys to girls (I'd like two boys and a girl, and he'd probably like all boys). I can imagine having four boys.... and I can also imagine Z running those four boys like a group of recruits in Parris Island.
This morning, I woke up (as I went to bed) feeling like CRAP. Not your everyday, tired crap... but the type of CRAP that makes you want to detach your head from your neck and set it in a dark closet for three days (I have a sinus infection). Z walked up to me, gave me the sweetest hug, and asked how I felt. I told him I felt bad and sunk my head in his chest. He hugged me tighter, kissed my forehead, and told me he hoped I felt better soon.
I'm sure you're thinking, "Awwwww..... How sweet!"
He rounds up all that sweetness with, "Because tonight we have to get back on it. This really can't be an excuse."
I look at him and ask, "What are you talking about?"
With all sincerity, he looks at me and says, "Steph, we both have a duty to fulfill. We're trying to have a baby."
He made it sound like I'd just enlisted in the Corp and was being sent to battle. I thought about it... and realized he was right. Thank goodness I'm feeling better!