Monday, November 14, 2011

Closed for Business

Reporting to you LIVE from a Mother In Law Free Zone: Roccie of The Roccie Road.

She is gone now.  Sweet rejoicing begin, my house is now my home again.

Rocco took MIL to the airport on Saturday.  The three month long occupancy has ended.

The rest of the day I noticed Rocco paying a lot of extra attention to me.  My water glass was always topped off and I didn't have to let the dogs in and out.  A lot of little things, you know?  He made me a nice dinner to boot.

That night, when we crawled into bed, he went to hold my hand.  Oh no, Rocco.  First of all, it is hard to read with only one hand and second of all, more importantly, nuh-uh, no way, this park is closed for business.

Business Time is over.  I am over 37 weeks pregnant, sir.




Please Rocco, I am pulling an extra 30 pounds and while my sex drive may by up, it sure doesn't mean I want to act on it with you.  Ahem.

I broke it to him gently and he laughed.  I think he laughed at the idea of actually coupling with me, but it IS so preposterous I laughed too.

Rocco wasn't looking for love, but told me he was feeling really connected with me. That he realized just how hard it must have been to live with his mother.  He wanted me to know how much he appreciated my sacrifice.

What a good, good man.

I ate 2 Tums, rolled over and went to sleep with a giant smile on my face.

18 comments:

  1. Holla for 37 weeks! Wooooowhooooo!

    I am glad that Rocco gets it. You've got yourself a good one there. Now relax and enjoy the calm until your little one safely gets here! (I have decided all will be good, and so it shall be, okay?) Much love to you!

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  2. You're a better woman than I am. If my MIL came to stay with us for that long I'd have to move out and rent an apartment.

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  3. Love it. Congratulations on being MIL free. (Although I have to say, after three months, it's a little odd she wouldn't stick around a few more weeks for the birth of your child.)

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  4. Dude, she was banished.

    Part of the contract for her staying was getting her out of my house before the baby came.

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  5. But what I want to know is if he sorted the recycling too?

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  6. oh, i LOVE THIS POST!! i am soo happy that rocco loves you so much bc you deserve it :o) this puts a big smile on my face. at the same time, it makes me somewhat ashamed that i can't stomach my MIL for a few hours a week and you had to do 24/7 for 3 months WHILE PREGNANT. i salute you my friend! xoxo.

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  7. What a man, what a man, what a man, what a mighty good man.

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  8. First of all: Yay Flight of the Conchords!!!!

    Three months? Seriously? I make a nasty face when I have to talk to my MIL on the phone for more than a few minutes. I think there is a Nobel Prize for you, my dear.

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  9. Can I tell you how much I adore that sexy picture of Brett and Jermaine? The picture coupled with the goodness in this post makes my head want to explode!

    So, so happy for you.

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  10. Hee hee! Good for him, and good for you for outlasting the MIL. And 37 weeks, whoa!

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  11. Oh, GIANT SNIFFLE. What a MAN! I'm sure it was total hell, and that you were completely brave. I'm SO GLAD it's over!

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  12. I love this post!! Your DH is the best!! And 37 weeks....wow!!!

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  13. What a good man, that Rocco. And you, a good woman for coping with the occupation of the MIL. Glad things are good in the Road household, with or without sex. And 37 weeks, Roccie! You are ready to have this baby!

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  14. How did you know I have the HUGEST crush on those guys... Hubba hubba!!! Jemain is my fAVE! Now I have that song in my head. LOL. Congrats on 37 weeks, mamma!!!

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  15. 37 weeks. Term baby. Its business time. Well, not that kind of business.... you know what I mean. Can't wait to meet your little one and send mad love through the interwebs. xo

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  16. this m akes me so happy.
    can't wait for the next order of business. maybe if we time it right, your little one will show up just as I'm getting mine dropped off into the uterine pool...

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