I'm not THAT amazing of a wife, am I?
Dec. 9th, 2009 11:44 amSo, about every other year hubby's family goes skiing sometime between Christmas and New Year's. About a year after we met, I went with. That was my first time skiing ever. It was OK. We've been going with consistently since then. About 3 trips all told. The last trip we went on just did not work for me. I was never a big fan of skiing after learning how. I just didn't see the point of hurling myself down a mountain at full speed after riding up it in a chair REALLY HIGH off the ground. It just wasn't fun for me. But the last trip was pretty much the final straw. I ended up with brand new boots from the rental place. Which you think would be awesome, but no. They had not been stretched or broken in at all and were so horribly tight I was crying in pain. Plus they managed to aggravate my shin splints. So, after about 2 runs the first day I just threw in the towel and was done for the week. And I told hubs when we got home that I really didn't care for skiing and would probably not be going on anymore trips.
Fast forward to this year. It's that time of year. His mom wants to know if he's coming or not. He asks me. He loves skiing, so if he wants to go it's fine with me. *shrug* He keeps asking like 8 times if it's really OK. Yes, it is. I promise. I know I'm pregnant, but it's not like I've been having any complications or things are going very badly with it. I think I can manage for a week by myself. Really. So, he hugs me like this is the greatest thing ever. OK.
And this came up when we were at my brother's for Thanksgiving. I had reiterated, AGAIN, that, yes, you can go if you want. I promise it's fine. And my brother started laughing and joking like I would turn into one of those wives that as soon as he got home I'd be all "I can't believe you went!! How could you leave me alone AND PREGNANT for a week?!?!?"
I don't get it. I've never been like that. He wants to go skiing, OK, go. Have fun. Please don't break your leg. I mean, is it really that odd that I'm "letting" my husband go on a trip with his family for a week? *head scratch*
Fast forward to this year. It's that time of year. His mom wants to know if he's coming or not. He asks me. He loves skiing, so if he wants to go it's fine with me. *shrug* He keeps asking like 8 times if it's really OK. Yes, it is. I promise. I know I'm pregnant, but it's not like I've been having any complications or things are going very badly with it. I think I can manage for a week by myself. Really. So, he hugs me like this is the greatest thing ever. OK.
And this came up when we were at my brother's for Thanksgiving. I had reiterated, AGAIN, that, yes, you can go if you want. I promise it's fine. And my brother started laughing and joking like I would turn into one of those wives that as soon as he got home I'd be all "I can't believe you went!! How could you leave me alone AND PREGNANT for a week?!?!?"
I don't get it. I've never been like that. He wants to go skiing, OK, go. Have fun. Please don't break your leg. I mean, is it really that odd that I'm "letting" my husband go on a trip with his family for a week? *head scratch*