I admit to kind of making a mistake. I asked Micah if he wanted to make a deal….long before I was even pregnant. I said that if I worked out four times a week while I was pregnant with our next baby, that I got to name the baby. He, without hesitation, put forward his hand and said “deal” on one condition — shopping is not considered working out! So obviously I was very excited, and when I found out I was pregnant, I started heading down to the harbor to go on my favorite walks. I also swam from time to time –not fun swimming, they were actual laps. I was also spotted on my bike a few times with Micah at my side. Then two things happened. First of all, my doctor said I was high risk for miscarriage, and to temporarily stop all activity. Then we went to San Francisco for our anniversary.
While we were in San Francisco for four days, we walked everywhere and all day long. I was actually nervous about doing too much walking and disobeying doctor’s orders. I even had a pedometer on (I know it is nerdy, but Micah got one free at some conference, and I wanted to know how long I had walked). So after a fun-filled long weekend we got on the plane to head home. My charming husband informed me that since he had been with me the whole time, he knew I hadn’t worked out for four days out of the week…..and he was thrilled to get the chance to name our next baby. I said YEAH RIGHT! He said that the clause he had put in at the very beginning of the deal making was that “shopping didn’t count”. I informed him that since we only bought one thing, and it was a stinking sweatshirt for him because he was cold….I didn’t consider that shopping. He wasn’t buying it, and was sticking to his story. It was a serious clash of the titans!
By the time the next week rolled around I was so irritated at his ridiculous logic I vetoed working out all together. I totally felt the upper hand until he came to me that next Saturday and said….”HA! You definitely didn’t work out four times this week”….and started singing and dancing around like a child while saying, “I get to name the baby!” I told him that the deal was completely off because of the debacle last week over San Fran. I told him he was wrong and irrational, so I just considered the whole bet off. He then had the biggest smile and said, “That was part of my strategy! You totally fell for it!” Somehow my weasel of a husband thinks because he tricked me the previous week, and guessed my move of vetoing, he was the winner.
I will admit that it was a good strategy. I will also admit that he had my number. But I will NEVER admit that he gets to name the baby. Even if I have to go to new lows to get the upper hand back, for my baby’s namesake…I WILL!
And the best part is…………………he already had a name by the time we came home from San Fran. He was really excited because it was a unisex name that would work for either a boy or girl. So I know it is very risky to publicly say what the name is with so many other pregnant ladies out there. So PLEASE don’t steal it. His name for our sweet little second child……our very first girl………….Spider. What a JOKE!
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