A friend is about to have her baby, so I forced Dan to go to Babies R' Us with me.
This was my second time there in 2 days. The first time, the registry was not working and they kept insisting to me that my friend didn't have a registry there. Or maybe I didn't know how to spell her name correctly. Yes, I would buy a gift for a woman whose name I didn't know how to spell. Moron.
Anyway, as I was a little creepily stroking the ultra plush fake fur swadding blankets, I announced to Dan that I was ready to give procreation a go.
There was a beat of silence.
I'm sure his brain was spinning, trying to figure out a way to gently ask me if I had lost my mind without it seeming like he was crushing my ovary-produced dreams. Then, a slight flicker of hope appeared in his eyes.
"Are you saying this because you want to buy cute baby stuff?"
You know me well, Husband. You know me well.