OK, sort of funny story.
I really should not complain here, cause my DH has been so freakin' good to me all pregnancy long. He does all the cat chores, has been sweet and helpful and always picks things up if I need them on his way home even if I've been out all day and could have gotten it myself.
Last night was our second hypnobirthing class. We had practiced a bit outside of class and he did great, reading me relaxation scripts.
His big thing is that he wants someone to tell him more about the stages of birth etc. He is worried that he won't be able to manage things if I go off into labor land. He has had, mind you, a copy of the Birth Partner, for about seven months now. We agreed that he didn't have to read anything other than this and that reading it would be in his best interest!
During class, I took the lead and said that we were wanting to hear more about the stages of birth, etc. He appreciated that. Our instructor said point blank, there's a great book you should read - it's called the Birth Partner. I almost laughed but kept a straight face.
On the way home, he was complaining about not having more info. I said.... why don't you let me impart some knowledge about the stages of labor, which I did, talking nonstop for about seven minutes, encapsulating about 100 pages from the birth partner and other books during that time. Really straight forward, etc.
I used some breathing techniques the rest of the way home. I have tried to be F*CKING COOL about the reading. No pressure, I said, I will do my own thing and you do yours. But as I sat in quiet, waiting for him to say something (eventually he said he loved me a lot which was good)... I kind of started getting upset - like HELLO DUDE - how hard is it to read a book? Would you like any of the other responsibilities of pregnancy that I've had to deal with for eight months????????
We got home and went to bed to read. I was moving some stuff around and knocked over his drink. I was trying to get the copy of Birth Partner out of the bottom of his bedside table to put it on top. I went down to make him another drink and came back up and was unable to not be frustrated.
I finally spewed - I'VE TRIED TO BE A COOL WIFE BUT IT'S TAKING EVERYTHING IN MY POWER NOT TO SAY READ THE DAMN BOOK ALREADY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He was sheepish. We skimmed the first 50 pages together.
At the end he said wow, I guess in five weeks it could be primetime (YES IT COULD!!!)
And then he said, you know I"m not not reading out of some subconscious thing to blow it off.
I said, YOU need to know that YOU NOT READING at this point WILL BE TAKEN as a serious offense.