As if...

Mr. Big and I have a twisted sense of humor. It's been fun for us being together, married because we laugh at each other's sick jokes and funny renditions of other people. We get each other and it rocks. I love it.

Yesterday I opened up a coupon mailer and in it were advertisements for Chiropractors, Cosmetic Surgeons, Landscaping Companies, Nurseries. You name it there were ads for it. As I'm thumbing through them getting ready to toss the whole stack in the trash pail I notice a pregnant belly. I stop on that page and pull it forward. I read and it is a long list of services provided by the "Rite of Passage Birthing Center" and Midwife Bernadette. Family Planning Services, Annual exams, low risk prenatal care including delivery, water birth, aqua therapy, family centered supportive atmosphere and most importantly insurance is accepted. New patients are now being accepted. I immediately get this sick thought in my head. This flyer is going to sit here on the counter as if to say "I want to do this".

Mr. Big gets home and he dumps off his dayplanner on the counter, right next to the flyer. I'm cooking dinner and I non chalantly notice that he pushes the flyer to the side of the dayplanner. Nothing. No reaction as he tugs at his tie and moves in for a kiss. So, I go about making dinner. He grills the meat. We sit down and have a nice dinner with the kids. The flyer sits and nothing is said.

Later that night before bed I find the flyer in the trash pail sitting on top of all the other trash. I mention it to Mr. Big who in turn tells me that I must be on crack and there is no way in Hell he will let me birth our third and last baby at a birthing center. I laugh. I mean come on, it WAS a joke! For once my health and OUR last baby was not a good way to make light of a serious upcoming situation. Our sick sense of humor for once did not collide and I found it endearing. I guess he loves me enough to not make a joking matter of my health and reproductive handicaps.

I don't know. It is probably just me, but he cracked me up. I found it funny in a sweet, sensitive sort of way. I'm sick like that.