1) My dad calls my cell phone on Friday. Since I knew my grandma wasn't doing so well (she's stable now, BTW...needs a pacemaker I guess, but IDK if she'll survive the surgery. They're taking things day to day), I picked up instead of letting to go to VM.
The first words out of my dad's mouth, "What's this I hear about dilation?!" (obviously, he'd talk to my mom) Uh yeah, not a conversation I thought I'd *ever* have with my father.
2) DH is talking to his brother Friday night. He says, "Yeah, my wife is dilating and she's still trucking around Sam's Club and Meijer and getting stuff done around the house like it ain't no thing!" (Yay for everyone broadcasting the state of my junk drawer!)
3) This morning, I call DH on my way to work. He and I were joking around about me going into labor. He says, "You tell our baby that he can't be born today. I want him to stay in at least another 2 weeks!" I said, "Oh OK. I'll yell at him and if I go into labor, I'll cross my legs and pray." DH says, "Maybe we should have done that in the first place, then we wouldn't be in this position." I said, "That's called 'pull and pray, babe.'" He says, "So it's all my fault now, is that it?" LOL
And a nephew funny...
He's really into Dr. Seuss...Knows so many of his books that he can recite them word for word from memory. My mom called him yesterday and started reciting, "I'm NOT Going to Get Up Today." He says, "Grand-MA! Why aren't you going to get up today?! Don't you have work? You have to get up!"