News: I’m pregnant. Baby #2.
Caveat: My husband has specifically requested that he not be informed.
How, you may ask, does something like this go down?
Let me tell you a little bit about my husband. Like most people, Zach likes being happy. Newborn babies do not make him happy. It’s not that he doesn’t want more kids. He’s even suggested names for the second one to me. He just doesn’t like the beginning. I totally admit, the first few months are rough. Thankfully, I don’t remember half of it. He does.
I do remember one evening, when Luke was a few weeks old. We had just put Luke down for the first portion of his nighttime sleep. Bleary-eyed, we converged in our little apartment kitchen. Unshaven and slovenly, Zach looked at me and said, “I tell you what.”
He paused for effect. “This is soooooo not worth it.”
I giggled and half-heartedly protested.
At some point, we regained our sleep, and therefore our sanity, and life resumed.
We’ve talked about having a second kid. Every time it comes up, he emphatically states that he does not want to know that I’m pregnant. He just wants to be happy. He absolutely loves Luke, but whenever he looks at baby pictures, he comments on how happy he is that the stinker has grown up. I guess those first few months really made an impression.
So, as long as I can keep this pregnancy a secret from him, he is happier for one more day.
I’ve asked him about this many times. He says, “Just let me be happy.”
There you go. That’s how things go down at our house. Everything is going well…I’m happy because I’m pregnant.
He’s happy because he doesn’t know I’m pregnant.
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