DH and I had Chinese tonight for dinner. Along with every good order of take-out comes the fortune cookie.
His fortune says:
“A pleasant surprise is in store for you soon.”
Perhaps this means that I won’t kill him while I’m in labor, or curse him for getting me this way, or break his hand because I’m squeezing so hard. Or maybe it means that I’ll have a swift, painless, super easy labor with this big-headed child of mine. Who knows.
My fortune says:
“Remember three months from this date. Good things are in store for you.”
Perhaps I’ll have a SUPER easy baby. Or we’ll be on some lovely vacation. Or I’ll win the lottery. Or three months from now I won’t remember what it felt like to squish a human being out of my body.