Since we are 2 days away from knowing the outcome of everything I thought I would lighten things up a bit and laugh so I am going to talk about my hubby…..My husband is great and I wouldn’t trade him for anything. He has an innocence to him that I can never quite figure out. I don’t know if it comes from English being his 3rd language or his appreciation for everything since growing up in a 3rd world country (wow at the 3’s, triplets anyone?). Or maybe it is just him. It’s an almost gentle kindness that I know he cringes at because “for goodness sake woman I am a hockey player” .…..whatever. He keeps me laughing. I have absolutely no idea what is about to spew from his soul.
For starters recently he was a little concerned that our children might not be able to swim one day (the Olympics and Michel Phelps spurred this thought) since his own personal “little swimmers’” would rather just lay around all day. I reassured him that his sperm count, morphology, etc. had nothing to do with the future of our children. I still to this day am not sure he totally believed me.
Another time I was having trouble sleeping. I was complaining to him and he offered me the strangest advice. He said “shoot da sheep” (the “da” is his “the” he has trouble with the TH sound). Somehow in his crazy translation of the English language he confused the counting of sheep with shooting them. Yeah that thought put me RIGHT to sleep, a little bloody sheep massacre, how terribly soothing.
When he met my father for the first time he was a little sick with a cold/stuffy nose. As we sat there eating he told my dad he had trouble “BREEDING” instead of breathing!! Once again the TH was substituted with the letter D. I guess that statement is a little ironic today but imagine the look on my dad’s face. He laughed and laughed.
I think it’s beyond cute that he replaces the letters TH with D. One of my most favorite things he says is the word “other”. He pronounces it just like the word “udder”. It’s awesome.
He also has some difficulty pronouncing the letter V and conveniently substitutes the letter W. I have heard on numerous occasions that he was about to waccum the house or what did I do with a certain wase for flowers.
Oh, another one, he calls the soup Gumbo……..Jumbo.
He calls our floor rugs…..rags
Just within the last few weeks he called and asked if I wanted low gulp orange juice (instead of low pulp).
He constantly calls my Coach Handbags……..couch handbags. Might be a little heavy carrying around a couch, huh?
Also after my egg retrieval the nurse said I might have some spotting and told Karlis that I might need to wear a pad or panty liner. When Karlis told me this he said the nurse wanted me to wear some kind of panties with a line in them, HELLLLOOO?
Bottom-line I could not have done this without him. He has been my sanity. He has kept me calm when I would think it was all over.
How I feel update…not so great. I am tired and nauseous, symptoms number 24 and 386 respectively on the drug side effect list. My hip muscles have become so mad they are hard and swollen. So when Karlis does the injection the medicine oozes back out of my skin which is followed by a good amount of bleeding. Hopefully the pain I have caused my body will be worth it in the end.
Lastly a little joke to lighten the mood….What did the number 0 (zero) say to the number 8 (eight)…………nice belt. Ba Da Dum…..thank you I will be here all week.
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