No, not The Bean. Dennis.
Last night, when I told him I refused to believe this strange tightening in my abdomen is a contraction because I don't feel ready for the baby, Dennis announced that he's ready. I snickered. Then, I inquired: "You're ready?!" He responded, "I'm always ready." Then, I knew my skepticism was not unreasonable.
When Dennis is "ready" to go out to dinner, it means that he's going to "jump into the shower," while I run an iron over his clothes, feed the dog, put her out on the porch, lock the doors and then hand him his car keys as we walk out. To his credit, he usually drives to the restaurant (at least since I'm pregnant).
No, seriously, the great thing about Dennis is that, while he doesn't prepare in advance for much, he does handle pressure situations really well. I guess that's why he does what he does.
And, in a demonstration of the fact that he is "ready," D made the mature decision last night that we shouldn't go out of town for the Memorial Day weekend. Really?! After weeks of mulling it over, he said, "I guess we should stay home. I mean, it seems kind of stupid-- you're contracting, and I'm tired."
Poor him! So we're staying home for the long weekend, pretending we're "away at the beach," allowing Dennis to rest up. :)
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