Sunday, October 15, 2006

Keepin’ the Babies Safe

P.Pie and I have a really good relationship. We like to do things together, but – and I think this is why our marriage works so well – we also have separate interests.

Sometimes those interests take us in different directions.

For example, P.Pie likes to do yoga (prenatal yoga, at the moment). On the days she does yoga, she gone for almost two hours. Prior to her being pregnant, this didn’t bother me.

In fact, just between you and me, I liked it when she was gone.

I don’t want her gone all the time, but two hours is a nice break two or three time a week.

Two hours of unfettered freedom. Turn down the AC and open all the doors, turn up the Sirius radio, then turn on every light in the house and do my best Tom Cruise imitation - a cross between cool, Risky Business, slide-across-the-hardwood-floors Tom and just plain weird, Oprah Winfrey show, jump-on-the-couch Tom. (Basically jumping on the sofa in my socks and underwear and lip syncing worn out Bob Seger tunes)

But now, it’s just not the same.

No loud radio, no looking dumb in my skivvies; no nothing. Oh, sure, I try to make use of the time. I sit at the computer and work on the blog, or one my in-process projects, but my thoughts are elsewhere. I’m worrying about the P.Pie and the twins.

And it’s not just when she goes to yoga.

Lately, when she’s at work and I don’t get a “what’s up?” email from her halfway through the day, I begin to worry.

What if there’s was an accident? Maybe she’s been kidnapped? Perhaps she’s in the hospital… I just don’t know.

Seriously, I am not this much of a worrier. Usually it’s, “P.Pie? P.Pie? Are you in the house? Oh, well… I guess I'll hafta grab my own beer.”

These kids are making me a worrier.

And they’re not even born yet. This could be a problem.


Anonymous Sarah, Goon Squad Sarah said...

Oh, it only gets worse.

10/16/2006 12:50 PM  
Anonymous abba-daddy said...

don't worry just yet - there is hell of worries when they come out.
just kidding.
it's like everything in life - you adjust.

when our 1st was born - I got a panic attack when something green came out of her nose - booger of course.

I was panicking while changing her diaper.

now it's all good.

and about the separate interest and the free time - USE IT While You Can because with all the love you going to miss it oh very much.

10/16/2006 1:25 PM  
Anonymous Kate said...

My grandmother always said a worrier makes a good husband.

10/16/2006 2:25 PM  
Blogger Rob Barron said...

Well, I like your grandmother.

Although, again, I'm not usually a worrier :-)

10/16/2006 2:26 PM  
Anonymous Michele said...

Hey, you came over to my place for encouragement and I freaked you out. But that was just one post. trust me, life with twins is amazing, EVERY DAY.

I am leaving to go get the monkeys right now and it is always the best part of the day.

Pregnancy worrying? Its so normal. And my husband DOES still hang out in his underwear listening to the radio - and the twins join right in. They are much better dancers than their Dad.

10/16/2006 2:40 PM  
Blogger radioactive girl said...

Just don't do what my husband did when I was pregnant with twins. I was somewhat worried, and he kept telling me "everything will be fine" over and over which pissed me off to no end. Finally we talked about it and he said that saying that made it seem true to him, so it was his way of coping. Twins/babies are amazing and so much fun. I loved every minute of their babyhood, even the sleepless ones!

10/17/2006 10:53 AM  

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