and baby makes 6!

Yesterday my husband put on a pair of scrubs. He went with my friend the anesthesiologist to the hospital to intubate people. If you are the primary practitioner in an ER, you must be able to intubate. Airways are very, very important and must be kept open….always remember; airway, airway, airway. Learning to intubate on a trauma patient would not be very fun….sort of “”there is blood coming out of their mouth, OhmyGodtheyhaveapneumothorax, no blood pressure, and are basically dead if I don’t get a tube in!! Get me a blade, I need to intubate for the first time in my entire career! AAHHHHH”. Really, really, really not a good idea. So, he went to the hospital with “D” and intubated sleeping, non-Helter Skelter people. People who were not traumatically dying. Way, way less complicated.

At 5:30a.m. he donned scrubs and came out into the kitchen where I was making him a latte to go. I saw him out of the corner of my eye, and had to do a double take. I have a thing for guys in scrubs and this was the first time I had seen my husband in them in a professional capacity. He sat down on a chair to put his shoes on and I jumped in his lap and jokingly said “Oh baby, scrubs really turn me on”. He started laughing all shy-like and said “Get outa here”. It was too funny.

This whole new job thing has me really happy. See me smiling with emoticons :*)) We can lounge around the house in shorts and flip flops for 6 days at a time. The kids are loving the time he has with them. I am mixed up about the days of the week because every day feels like Saturday………and! and! I get to see my hubby in scrubs.

Now, on to something of real importance…..an artsy picture of my new shoes

Are they not cute?? I wore them with a knee length, peasant style skirt yesterday and my mom just about had a fit. She thought they were the ugliest shoes on the planet. She asked me why I don’t dress nice for Bill. I informed her that Bill likes the way I dress and she just would not believe me or let it go. She said, “You should dress up for your husband and look pretty for him!”. Oh, wow. Um, so very 1950’s. So very not me. Why the heck did she have to say that?

When I came home I told Bill about it and he just wrinkled his forehead, cocked his head to the side and said “She actually said that to you?” He then got up from his chair, came over to me, lifted my hair up into a pony tail with his hands and said “You are right, I do like the way you dress. I am sorry your mom hurt your feelings” and he kissed my neck and my cheek. If he had been wearing scrubs I would have taken advantage of him right then and there.

Are you in love with him yet? I am.

Scrubs