Anth looks up with panic in her eyes as she has been looking forward to said date all freaking week.
Dh: If I don't get at least 1000 on the GRE, I'm going to Mexico. I will be in no state to be around other people.
Anth: Well, that's true. I'll just go on the date by myself then. (No sense in wasting a perfectly good babysitter.)
Five minutes later...
Dh: Crap! I don't have a valid passport. (Pause.) I guess I'll fly to El Paso and smuggle myself into Mexico.
Anth: Just make sure you call me before you go.
Dh: No, then you'll try to follow me.
Anth: No I won't. I don't want to be around you if you do badly on the test. You'll be psycho.
Dh: Once I'm drunk, I'll be fine.*
Now it's Saturday afternoon and I am pleased to report that Dh does not have to smuggle himself into Mexico in order to avoid anyone he knows and get himself into a drunken stupor. He got well above the minimum requirement! Woo-hoo! I am really proud of him. He has been sooooo stressed all week, and freaking out about all the vocabulary words he didn't know. But he did a great job! (And we can go on our date tonight and have FUN!)
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Pregnancy update (31 weeks, doctor's appointment on Valentine's Day):
- I've gained 24 pounds. I'm okay with that.
- Despite consistently measuring 4 cm big in December & January, I am only measuring 1 cm big now. (So why are the stretch marks getting worse???)
- Apparently I really am supposed to take the blasted iron pills.
- The NP recommended I befriend someone with an indoor pool. Not her most helpful advice.
*This is only funny if you know that we never drink.