We eat dinner (after seemingly hours of farm work) at 9:00 p.m. Even when I'm not pregnant, I am a huge
Oh yeah, and I hadn't pooped for like, oh I don't know, EVER.
So I'm hungry, grumpy, constipated and nauseous. Nice right?
I decided to go to bed after dinner because I feel like total ass. Hubs came to check on me and I asked him to get me some PRUNE juice. As in what old farts drink. So yeah, he gets me some PRUNE (disgusting ass) juice and has a discussion with his mom about my constipation problems.
Saaaa-weeeeet!!!
So the next morning, I wake up to both his mom and dad giving me advice on what to eat to cure my constipation problems. Awkward. His mom had even cut up a bowl of fruit for me to eat. It was really sweet, but I'm really only comfortable discussing my uncomfortable bowels with my Hubs.
He's so pleased.
lmao... awk-ward.
ReplyDeleteIs it wrong that I laughed through almost all of this?
ReplyDeleteIt totally reminds me of that speech Fletcher gives his mom on the phone when he doesn't want to talk to her in Liar Liar:
"Because you insist on talking about Dad's bowel movements; size, color, frequency, I"LL CALL YA LATER!"
Talk about awkward! Sounds like that'd make a great sit-com episode though! lol!
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