[aka “In which Tim looks dazed and confused for a minute” or “Wherein the bun in the oven picture is explained”]
Right before we had the J-man’s IEP meeting, I had been feeling hungry every night. EVERY little thing pissed me off, and I was hungry ALL the time. In fact, if I didn’t eat some sort of protein every few hours, I felt like I was going to be sick.
(Yes, we had been trying.)
So, on Sunday afternoon, after getting my nails done, I stopped in at Target (the place where we buy everything), and secretly bought some cheap-o pregnancy tests. I say cheap-o, but obviously that’s a relative thing, because what else do you spend $4-8 per pop to pee on? I bought the cheapies, because I thought I would get a positive the month before, and got mad that I had wasted the money. I secretly took a test when I got home, and got a very (very, very) faint positive. I checked it again a couple minutes later, and it was darker, although not what you would call dark. However, a line is a line is a line, so I tried to come up with a way to tell Tim. (You know, besides, “Hey honey, come look at this thing I just peed all over!”)
Eventually I got the idea to put an old hotdog bun in the oven on a pan, and turn on the oven light. I set the timer for 3 minutes, then called up to Tim that he would need to get the stuff out of the oven because the J-man wanted to nurse.
He came bounding down the stairs, and opened the oven, looked at the pan, then grabbed a potholder. Then, he seemed to realize that the oven was neither on nor hot. He looked at me like I was stupid, and said (and I’m quoting) “Why is there a hotdog bun in the oven?”
I just smiled at him.
It still took a couple more beats, and then the lightbulb came on.
Tim: *big cheesy grin*
Tim to the J-man: “Son, you have no idea what has just happened to your world.”