Yesterday Eric saved me twice from pregnancy induced emergencies. This is just one of the reasons he is such a great husband. He doesn't laugh at me, he doesn't get upset, he is just extremely patient and sympathetic. I went to the public library after work to renew/return some books, but when I pulled out of the parking lot and onto the street, I wasn't sure if I was going the right way. (Weird, I know.) I quickly recognized the next turn, however, and continued on my way. But the second and the third turn, while completely familiar, started to feel completely wrong, and then all of a sudden I realized I had no idea how to get home. I felt like maybe I was going home the way I used to when I lived in the other direction, but I wasn't entirely sure. I have been to this library at least two dozen times, and I used to work in downtown Rockford, so the one way streets and confusing navigation have never been a problem. Last night, though, I felt like my map of the city had been erased from my brain. Everything looked familiar but nothing looked right. Confusion, and then fear, settled in and by the time I heard Eric's voice on the phone I was weeping. I felt like I had gotten a case of amnesia or Alzheimer's, and it was scary and frustrating! Eric calmly pulled up a map on his computer to see where I was, and then directed me home while trying to calm me down. He gave me a big hug when I finally walked in the door.
The second time he saved me last night was not quite as traumatic. When we switched to using satellite for TV instead of cable, we got a different receiver and ended up losing the clock feature. (The satellite receiver does not have a screen on the front.) After a month without a clock in the living room, I finally raided the guest room and stole the alarm clock up there and brought it downstairs to hook up in the TV cabinet. I managed to feed the cord through the hole in the back of the cabinet, and then I leaned around the side between the TV and the wall to plug it into the outlet behind the cabinet on the floor. Well... I got stuck at the hips and my center of gravity shifted so that could not stand up with my hands hung in front of me like that. Eric had to run downstairs and scoot the TV out so I could lean the rest of the way in and plug in the clock, and then get out of there.
"What would I do without you, Eric?"
"Oh Kimmy.... I keep wondering that myself."
Comments (5)
Aw you've got a nice husband. :)
If the 1st incident happened to me, I can see my boyfriend making me feel stupid about it @_@ Not that he is a bad guy, he just doesn't respond so well to me being emotional.
The pregnancy brain has gotten you. Oh I would have cried too, glad your husband was able to calm you down and get you home.
You ever have those days when you realize you are married to the most amazing man ever and that noone else would ever do these silly/crazy things for you? It's those days that you know you made the right move. I'm glad you have such a wonderful husband to help you out. My Jer would do the same. I remind him constantly that I would be lost without him =) Glad you are safe and sound.
aww your husband sound great, and he's lucky to have a person like YOU who appreciates him so.
Let me just say I do not condone cIoning but could I borrow him just so they coule test him for Just incase they could alter the personalitity of my fiance, just alittle