Call me a complementarian (no really, please do), but when the doorbell unexpectedly rings and a couple is still in bed sleeping, I picture the husband being the one to rise and investigate.
As opposed to the wife who could be, hypothetically, 8.6 months pregnant.
Hypothetically.
I’ve written before that the typical Saturday morning has DanO soldering and installing laundry room plumbing no more than an hour after our alarm clock would normally chime on a weekday.¬† Meanwhile, I stay in bed another hour, stuffing pillows around myself in search of that illusive ‘comfortable elephant’ position.
But somehow this week we cruised right on past that seven o’clock hour and were still snoozing well into eight o’clock.
The doorbell rang.
Dan reached for his alarm clock to turn it off.  He does this with most sounds that wake him, including but not limited to his cell phone ringing, my alarm clock, and loud sounds from outside. (To be determined: babies crying.)
I pulled out my earplugs (oh yes, I sleep with them… at least for a few more weeks) and said “That wasn’t your alarm Hunny, that was the door.”
“Oh,” he said, rolling back over, eyes still closed.
“Hunny, no, I think someone is at the door”
The doorbell rang two more times.
“Dan, what time is it? Someone is definitely here!”
“Twenty-eight”
“What? What’s 28, Dan? What time is it? Are you going to get the door?”
[yet to have opened his eyes] “Twenty-eight”
Good thing I have the reflexes of an 8.6 months pregnant cat, because in a flash I bailed on my ‘get the hubs to do door duty’ campaign and was dressed and presentable.
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I have made an ‘in case of emergency’ file in my brain and tucked this experience away there to remind myself that, should quick decisions ever need to be made before our waking hour again (and ’28′ isn’t the answer), it’s on me.
Here’s hoping labor starts while we’re awake.
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While I had DanO’s express permission to post this, I should say that my husband’s grogginess when woken suddenly is more than made up for by his amazingness in pretty much every other realm of life. As I type this, I’m listening to the soundtrack of him wielding power-tools and bending the basement to his will.
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