Mr. T had a great day today. He got a text around midnight from his adoring wife (THAT”S ME!) wishing him his very FIRST Happy Father’s Day. I don’t need much reason to celebrate and the fact that his progeny isn’t visible to anyone but the ultrasound lady doesn’t make a whit of difference to me. As far as I am concerned, he’s a Dad. I mean, he does the dishes (so I don’t have to smell them), cleans the toilets (so I have a sanitary emeting area), sets the alarm clock, brings me water all so that this Little Valentine can grow strong and healthy.
For booty, Mr. T got 2 cards, the Hop on Pop (Dr. Seuss!) pop up book, and a new watch. His old watch broke awhile ago and it seemed a Dadly gift. He doesn’t need to wear a tie to work so I had little to work with. Oh, and I stiched up a “love letter” bag ala SouleMama to wrap the gifts/cards in and for him to have a place to keep his Dadly prized possessions like first drawings and homemade cards to come. He said it was “odd” but folded it carefully and said he’d need to organize what goes in there. 🙂 He liked the watch so that’s good.
As a surprise I took him to our local doula/breastfeeding/earthbirthy/childbirth classes grand opening. It was hot. But he seemed to have an okay time. He did the door prize scavenger hunt by himself anyway. 🙂 I got a little henna wrist design. We saw BFF and her husband their. Then the 4 of us went to a local Caribbean restaurant for some lunch/dinner. Neither Mr. T nor I ate. I was feeling particularly nauseous and Mr. T had consumed pounds of coffeecake upon waking just an hour or so before. But we had a lovely time visiting.
We stopped by the drugstore to pick up my medicine and headed to the jewelry store to get a link or two removed from Mr. T’s new watch. Alas, the jewelry store had closed so Mr. T’s watch is as-of-yet unworn. Evidently, bracelet watches just aren’t that manly. Who knew?
So, Mr. T the loving, thoughtful guy he is, on *HIS* day says, “Why don’t we go order your birthday cake and buy you an ice cream cone?” Yeah. Sweet guy. Great guy!
So we went across the street and put in the Baskin Robbins ice cream cake order that sounds yummy. I was torn between a Very Berry Strawberry/White cake Cake and a Pralines and Cream/White cake Cake. Yeah. Isn’t that always the dilemma there? Yes, of course, pralines won. 😀
I cried. Sobbed actually. An old woman with 2 black eyes (resembling me since my unfortunate computer accident on Thursday night) said, “I’m thirsty.” So, her presumed husband guides her gently by the elbow to the water fountain where he pushes in the bar to make the water come out. She sticks her hands in the water and plays. He gently holds her hands with one hand, the bar with the other, and says, “Honey, you are thirsty. Take a drink.” She looks bewildered. She plays in the water some more. He tries two more times looking more and more sad. I watch and then tell Mr. T. Well, okay, I try to tell Mr. T but cannot stop sobbing. Such love and such pain. This is what life is made of.
While waiting for Mr. T to finish his mint chip I suggested that we have hot wings for dinner. I said at the time that it was a mistake. When we called in the order an hour and a half later it was no less of a mistake. When we picked up the order and then brought it back home it continued to be a mistake. Perhaps the mistaken-ness of it amplified once I took the first delicious bite or maybe it was the last, I couldn’t say for certain. But it was a mistake, make no mistake. Ewww. Throwing up fire. Ewww. Gross.
So, Mr. T’s first Father’s Day had all the elements of a great time- presents, friends, ice cream, hot wings, vomit! Yeehaw!
One thing they don’t tell you at the doctor’s office though–you can throw up so hard you pee yourself. We HEART pregnancy! 😀