Okay, so can somebody tell me why I was wrestling with a giant cardboard box (I mean giant–I could easily fit inside this box) at 7.30 this morning to put it out for the recycling while my dearly beloved husband, who ordered the damn amp that went in the damn box in the first place, slumbered peacefully upstairs?

I thought pregnancy was all about reclining on a couch while the person who made the other half of the baby brought you ice cream and magazines.

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   At 10:20 am Sue aka MsCreativity said:

   Hmm… I think it’s something to do with their male genes – nothing *ever* seems to interrupt their precious sleep. (Word of advice: Now may be a good time to extract a promise (preferrably backed up in writing for added insurance!) that once the baby is born, it won’t just be you sacrificing your sleep…

   P.S. ‘Delicious’ has finally reached the top of my TBR pile I can’t wait to read it -and then I’ll finally go back and catch up on your posts about it’s long road to publication.

   P.P.S… Take things easy (especially in this weather). Other halves need training, and now’s the perfect time for the ice-cream and magazine session

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   At 10:47 am Julie said:

   I did make him go out and remove all the cat poop from our garden. I’ll work on the ice cream and magazines.

   Hope you enjoy Delicious!

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   At 11:51 am Sela said:

   It’s true. It honestly doesn’t occur to them that you’re having difficulty with something, even if they see you sweating and cussing, until you say, “Listen, blockhead. I love you, but you’re being useless. Help me. Now.”

   The Darn Near Perfect Husband has been carefully and stealthily taught, but he still lapses.

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   At 11:52 am Sela said:

   And Thou Shalt Not Go Near the Cat Poop! Definitely his job from here on out. In fact, I think you should conveniently forget to resume the responsibility once the baby is born.

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   At 12:20 pm Liz Fielding said:

   Stop doing this stuff instantly or I promise you, you’ll be doing it for the rest of your life!

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   At 1:49 pm Anna Lucia said:

   Yeah, the missing part of that fantasy of pregnancy is the bit were you insist they do stuff….

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   At 10:46 pm Julie said:

   Good advice. I will insist he does things for me more often. Bless him, he always does whatever I ask, though the downside is I do often have to ask. But as I didn’t marry a mind reader, I guess that’s okay.

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   At 5:27 pm Sarah said:

   Couldn’t you convince your doctor to give you a note that says you’re on “bed rest”? LOL
   I had twins and was on strict bed rest for 5 and half weeks – one of the most enjoyable times of my life!
   DH cleaned bathrooms, brought me dinner and Oreos on the couch – while I thought about babies and watched TV!

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   At 4:11 pm Grace Tyler said:

   Hey Feckless! I saw on eharlequin that there was a Fecklet–had to come and find out for sure if that meant there was a baby on the way!

   Congratulations! Miss you in the Cave.

   DisGrace

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