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[24 Apr 2008|02:35pm] |
14 weeks and 2 days ago, roughly, I know what I was doing. It seems like a random number, right? And even more random that I would pick a date that doesnt seem to hold and significant meaning and talk about it. I mean, it wasnt our wedding, it wasnt the day we got Austin. It was neither of our birthdays. I didnt win a trophy, none of my family or friends did anything or celebrated anything that day. In fact, it was actually kind of a boring day. It was a fairly nice day, but still too hot to function. We were in Australia. I remember I had the day off before my next round in the Aussie open, a round I would go on to lose the next day, but oh well. It happens.
I remember I had just come down the steps from the bathroom. I had probably showered after practice or something. Ags was watching tv and I went to get some cereal. After I poured myself a huge bowl, I plopped down next to her on the couch and watched as she flipped through some channels. She made about four rounds through all of the possible channels before she flipped off the tv and looked at me. She gave me that look. The one where you know youre going to have to do something to entertain her or youll be at her mercy and that could include shopping or getting her hair done. So I scooped up the last of my cereal and stuffed it in my mouth just as she sighs and says "Im bored, lets do something".
So, I chew my bite and set my bowl on the table and shrug "Like what?" I ask and she looks at me like Ive failed her. Now, not like Ive FAILED her, but just because Im her best friend, Im supposed to come up with all the ideas, right? Pfft, women. Anyway. I just shrug and look at the table and back to her and another shrug comes. We discuss playing cards? Nah, too lame. She could have come to watch me practice, but I had already been that day. I offered to watch tennis on tv and explain whats going on a little more in depth, since she still doesnt get it, and she definitely wasnt having that. I wanted to avoid any suggestions of shopping, so I picked up a paper from the table and picked out some local events to go see. Nah, maybe later. After a few more minutes of thinking everything under the sun was too boring, too early to do, or something that was way too lame even for us, she shrugged and looked at me and gave me that look. Her last ditch effort look and so I say with one more shrug "Wanna have sex?" She looks at me as if Im crazy for suggesting it then gives in and answers with a very convincing "Eh, I guess so"
By the way, I know I have the most kick ass wife in the world, okay? I mean, she agrees to having sex over suggesting shopping? Awesome. So, me being the man that I am, its an easy choice. The details are something I dont need to share, Im sure, but hey if you really wanna know, Ill tell you! But for now, I think you all get the idea. Clothes come off, akwardly I might add cause neither of us are in the least turned on. Pep talks are given, laughter is heard, and we some how manage to stay on the couch. For neither one of us being turned on, it sure as Hell turned into something to remember, thats for sure. And, after about an hour or so...we lay down on the couch, do the whole mushy, post-coital snuggling, and catch a nap.
A few weeks pass and were back home, about to go pick up Austin. We are having one last dinner alone, just the two of us, when she tells me shes pregnant. I was ecstatic, of course. And then she mentions WHEN it happened and I was just like "shit. We try for months and when we dont give a rat's ass, you get knocked up!?" Ha. Life is funny, yes?
The moral of the story? Watch how you kill boredom, it could create a life.
Now. Ive got a wife and son to get back to. A bachelor party for a friend in Vegas is all well and good, but at least at home I dont have to TRY any pick up lines. All I have to do is walk in the room.
Roddick
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