Conversations with my baby daddy

This past weekend Jeremy and I were able to hang out, so much that now that he is away again I sit here amazed at how 48 hours together could remind me of every single reason that I married him. But it did. I hope so much that our baby could feel me giggle and hear us both crying with laughter. At each other, at funny things, at nothing. I swear my cheeks hurt from laughing so much.

We laughed at how our baby is guaranteed to inherit the unfortunate pinky toe we both share. It's a stub with a sliver for a nail, it barely even qualifies as a real toe.
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We laughed when the baby kicked and punched me in the ribs.

Jeremy: Wow! He is all up in your business!

Me: I think he wants out.

Jeremy: He doesn't even know there is an "out"

Me: Well then he's gonna be pretty pissed off when he finds out how he has to get out...

Jeremy: I think he'll forget about it once he figures out how he gets to eat. I know I would.

Me: Anything is better than sitting around drinking your own pee for nine months.

Jeremy: True story.
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We laughed about my mental breakdown over the bra AND the sage AND the turkey.

(last month)
Me: It's time to order turkeys from the local farm. We got a post card in the mail today!

Jeremy: (from another state) I saw them at Kroger last year. We'll do that since I don't have time to drive all the way out to the farm to wait on line for one we order.

Me: Okay... but I really want a local free range vegetarian fed turkey, like last year.

(Sunday afternoon)
Jeremy FRANTICALLY searching the bins of fresh turkey's at Kroger while I stand next to the cart (breathing deeply) deciding that I have no qualms about driving out to that farm myself and flopping my pregnant body onto the counter in front an entire line of people while I cry and beg for a Thanksgiving bird that my husband wouldn't let me order in advance.

still searching... looking like he's going to cry or throw up...

Jeremy:(YELLING TRIUMPHANTLY) They're OVER HERE! They're HERE! (waving wildly like he won the lottery) See, LOOK! SEVEN!

Me: (staring at the remaining Bowman Landes Turkeys) Man are you lucky.

Jeremy: Oh my god I was totally freaking out! All I could think about was what kind of present I was going to have to buy you to make up for this, then wondering if I was even going to live long enough to make it out of the store. My heart is beating so fast.

Me: This turkey is expensive!

Jeremy: I don't care if it's a million dollars! THIS IS OUR TURKEY! (pats turkey emphatically and heads to the check out line, happy to discover a $14 off rebate - but happier to walk out of the store, head held high with his pregnant wife and a 22 lb dead bird).

(For the record I'm really not a terrible, demanding wife - just a wee bit emotional over turkey)
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And this conversation, quite possibly takes the cake (did somebody say cake?) and sums up all of the reasons why I want to spend eternity with this man.

Jeremy: You have A LOT of freckles - like all over.

Me: Are freckles recessive?

Jeremy: I don't know.

Me: Well, you have some too (pointing to spots in his arm).

Jeremy: Those aren't FRECKLES.

Me: Oh, what are they then?

Jeremy: AWESOME SPOTS. I have one for every time that I was awesome.