I’m about to have our baby any day now, and my husband SWORE he’d be the one to rush me to the hospital. He’s only a 10-minute drive away, so no problem with that.
But here’s the twist — his mother’s always cooking up some “emergency” right when we’re hitting our big moments — anniversaries, my birthday, etc.
With the due date breathing down our necks, I’m getting this sinking feeling his mom’s going to pull something during the birth. So, yeah, I’m not exactly proud of it, but I PUT HIM TO THE TEST yesterday. I called him up, pretending the baby was coming. And I just went pale when my husband
…answered with, “Hold on, babe — Mom just called. She needs me to fix her sink. Can it wait 20 minutes?”
I stayed silent for a second, then said, “The baby’s crowning, and you’re asking me to wait?”
He laughed nervously, “I’m sure you’re exaggerating. I’ll be right there after I check on her.”
That was it. My hands were shaking. If this had been real labor, I’d have been alone, in pain, wondering if my husband would even make it.
When he finally walked through the door, expecting to find me in a hospital bag frenzy, I was sitting on the couch, stone-faced. I told him exactly what I’d done — and exactly how it made me feel to know where I ranked in his priorities.
Now, with the real due date just days away, I’m torn between calling my sister for a backup ride or trusting that this time… he’ll choose me.
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