While lying in bed, exhausted, nauseous, and useless this first trimester, I said to my husband, “You know how in the movies when a woman is in labor she’s screaming, crushing her husband’s fingers and shouting, ‘You did this to me!'”
“Yes,” he replied with a healthy amount of caution.
“Just in case I’m too busy or I forget, I’ll say it now: You did this to me!”
He said, “Yep, thanks for confirming it was me.”
That’s one of the stories I hope to tell, time permitting, this Saturday at my talk on the other side of the country. In the winter. In the morning. Lots of new territory for me.
If I don’t freeze, don’t oversleep, and do well, I’ll tell you about it next week. Wish me luck!