Too Much Information May 18, 2008
Posted by Emily in : My Handsome Husband, Pregnancy , 4commentsAlthough I have been tired, I haven’t added “frustrated” to my list of “ailments.” Since last Sunday, I haven’t had to endure listening to ENDLESS commercials on the radio. You see, my very “thoughty” husband remembered me saying that I “might” want XM radio in our car. I don’t know, maybe it was the 22 hours we spent together in our car driving from Texas to Utah that reaffirmed to us that we HATE FLIPPING THROUGH RADIO STATIONS, and listening to THE ENDLESS STATIC that was usually playing on EVERY station.
Last week, David found the perfect excuse to buy him/us me a digital radio for our car: Mother’s Day. And while I have throughly LOVED listening to commercial free radio, a teeny tiny part of me wonders how much this gift was for him me. It reminds me of the time I bought him some Tweezerman Tweezers as a stocking stuffer for Christmas. Although he CONSTANTLY used my Tweezerman Tweezers, he didn’t seem over the top excited about getting his own pair. And truthfully, I must admit, a teeny, tiny, part of me purchased them for selfish reasons. Mine were getting dull, and I bought him the razor sharp pointed ones. I TOTALLY NEEDED THEM TO TAME MY WILD BROWS. I’m sure he was happy to share them with me to contribute to my personal grooming. 
My husband is a wonderful, very attentive man. I can’t think of a better match for me. But sometimes, all the information he has learned in medical school puts a cramp in my style. You know, he passes along T.M.I. For example, I don’t see anything wrong with aspartame. Apparently it can be bad, you know, for PREGNANT PEOPLE. I mean, who cares if it is in Diet Dr. Pepper? That drink alone usually improves the quality of my life 100% within minutes. How could that drink be viewed as bad? And all the sugar free gums have aspartame too. Not that I am a gum chewer by any means, (truthfully, I have chewed gum maybe twice in the last 11 years) but I bought some gum (I have no idea why) the other day and when he saw that it had that “very bad magical ingredient,” I was cautioned NOT TO EAT IT. Basically, in code he said: OUR KID’S BRAIN IS GOING TO BE SHRIVED UP AND HE WILL DIE. I know, DRAMATIC! However, I informed David that if that one particular ingredient was so bad, “That infamous council of They” would have said something by now. Because “THEY” are the expert on everything. Surely, a big stink would have been made about aspartame and EVERY PERSON ON THE PLANET would know how bad it was for pregnant women. Kind of like alcohol, tobacco, fish only once a week, no hot tubs, etc.
I don’t want to give my husband a heart attack, so I really try to avoid such products that contain that very bad “ingredient.” However, I will have a Diet Dr. Pepper when it is the only option, and I have chewed almost the entire pack of ASPARTAME FILLED GUM. I can be so rebellious. Here is the deal, I am not trying to be negligent, I just know that if I concerned myself with every possible “red flag” regarding what I eat or what I should “not do,” I would be bedridden, eating ice chips only. That is of course, assuming that the ice chips came from a fresh spring from an undiscovered mountain to ensure NO CONTAMINATION.
Although I complain about David and his T.M.I, I secretly love that he is so attentive and concerned about me and the well being of our new little guy. He really does wait on me hand and foot, and I’m not going to sugar coat this, I CAN BE A PRETTY DEMANDING WIFE. AND I AM TOTALLY FINE WITH THAT LAST SENTENCE.
