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My Wife=the joker (which consequently means I am the joked)

April fools day has come and gone in all of its infamy in the Charlotte version of the Corbin household. Normally I hear of a few funny jokes either on the radio talk shows or perhaps from friends. Not so this year.

For the past several weeks, leading up to April 1, Sarah has been feeling kind of crummy, and had many reasons for doing so (allergies, warm/cold spells in weather, and a few others). However, last weekend was especially telling of her sickness. She woke up around 5:30am on both Saturday and Sunday mornings and would go to the bathroom. This was not normal. She would come back to bed and tell me, in the midst of my delirium, that she was feeling very nauseated and that she was having different pains in her body. I did not know what to do but told her that we could go to the doctor or anything else that seemed appropriate to her. She decided to wait and see if the acute nausea, etc. would pass.

So on Sunday morning, she lay in bed after waking so early and throwing up in the bathroom for a while (or so she tells me, I was asleep). I was getting ready for church and she called me back to the bedroom to look at something. She had the computer open to a page of diagnosis' for what her conditions seemed to be. There were several options, many of which were not very appealing, and last of which was, you guessed it, pregnancy. The idea of pregnancy holds a wierd place in my life right now. I want kids, I want kids badly, it just scares the crap out of me to think that we can/should have kids right now as I am about to be a full time student and not working with no apparent income. So there it was, the P word was floating around again. Sarah and I decided that we would take a pregnancy test after church (I didn't want to sit through church knowing that we were either pregnant or she was sick with something else).

After church we declined a lunch invitiation to rush home and take this test. Sarah scooted off to the bathroom as I nervously made lunch in the kitchen. She joined me in the kitchen and said that she hadn't looked yet, but that it was sitting on the bathroom vanity. With arms locked we walked into the bathroom. I grabbed the test and asked her what the two indications were. She said that 1 bar meant not pregnant, so I assumed 2 bars meant pregnant.

I turned it over, and there were 2 bars. I nearly passed out. I had to go sit on the couch to keep from doing so or from collapsing or something else. I was speechless except that Sarah kept wanting me to talk and tell her how I was feeling. I was excited/scared/excited/scared/etc. I didn't know how to feel as this, for sure, was a first for me. She was crying in nervousness and feeling responsible for the pregnancy, and it was in general just a really hard situation. She was crying, I was freaking out. It was a tense situation to say the least.

It all made sense, the nausea, the body aches, everything made sense. We were having a baby.

And then it came. "April Fools."

It wasn't possible, Sunday was March 31, I knew it was for I had just written it on our tithe check that morning. And even if it was April 1 as the church's bulletin around the corner had indicated, this couldn't be a joke. I said, "if this is an april fool's joke, I'm going on a long ride by myself."

"Pinky promise me." the promise followed. "Promise to me on our marriage." the promise came. I was pissed. She had gotten me so well, I didn't know what to do except for be really mad.

You see, my wife had gone through much trouble to pull this off. She had a friend of ours who is pregnant take the pregnancy test, hence the 2 bars. She had filled her mouth with water while pretending to throw up in the bathroom. The nausea was all a joke, certain other symptoms were as well. It was well thought out, and well articulated, and after all is said and done, I give her props for what she did, however harsh it was at the time.

posted by corbs @ 7:16 PM