Why men can't have babies.....

I think I have figured out why men can't have babies...........it really is pretty simple they couldn't handle the pain....nor could the rest of the family handle them and all their drama.....this leads me of course to the main man in my life....my courageous and brave fire fighter husband...



My husband truly is a pretty courageous and brave man in all areas of life....except when it comes to everyday household accidents that take us all down from time to time....with that being said I can now get to the story.....



Sunday morning started out like most days....when both Collin and I are home....I jump in the shower and get ready for work and Collin heads downstairs to start the day with Dylan.....but for some reason on this day.....Collin the kind and wonderful husband he is decided to run and I mean run upstairs to check and see if I need anything....he was abruptly stopped by the top of the door..........as he was sprinting up the stairs with thoughts of his wonderful wife running thru his head he kind of forgot to duck and BAM....and I mean BAM he was stopped on impact....from the bathroom it sounded like someone threw our 40 pound hoover vacuum down the stairs...and then I heard the moaning and groaning that only comes from a grown man that has hurt himself....he was on the floor spread out face first on the floor.....things were looking bad....he asked me if there was any blood..........no blood...he is conscious..........and once these things are verified pretty much ok....the terrible wife I am begins to giggle...........I am giggling because I am partially nervous and I laugh when I am nervous and 2ndly I don't know why but I laugh when people hurt themselves in falls and such.....I know I am a loser...........but the first step to correcting my behavior is to admitting it...........I am guessing though that is as far as I will go with my recovery...anyways back to the action....after a minute or two of me trying to comfort my husband between giggles....he is still laying flat face down on the floor....I offered to call 911 ....I was ready to call out MAN DOWN MAN DOWN.....expedite to the scene...........but Collin was beginning to come around..........got up.....headed downstairs and proceeded with Waffles for breakfast............I gave him a kiss...apologized for the giggles and headed off to work.....I come home 5 hours or so later...........to a Moping Husband...I asked him if he was ok.....he was he complained though about the bump on his head and that he was mad about getting hurt......I don't get that....if I got mad every time I fell I would be mad all the time....I fall at least once every 2 weeks....down the stairs at work....on the side walk ....in the house.....I nurse my ego and wound for a hour or so ...then I move on...............not Collin....oh my god............we are now on day 4....this morning I did feel the divot on his head....it is substantial......but besides going to the hospital and having a MRI not sure what we can do....but I couldn't handle it any more....and then the meanness came out of me.....as he sat at the kitchen table....I told him to look at me...and with a concerned look on my face I told him that I think his left eye is pulling to the center.... and that I noticed it last night but that it is really noticeable now.....you could see the worry come over him in a second............finally... confirmation that he truly was deeply injured.....he headed immediately to a mirror to check out the damage.........after what seemed like forever he came back down and said that he didn't notice it...but was going to watch it......as he made eye contact with me...he knew immediately that it was all a mean terrible but wonderful joke....we both laughed and I think we are over the head bam injury after 4 full days.....thank goodness he didn't have our child and a c section....I am sure that he would just be recovering from the process.............in all fairness to Collin and after many discussion with other females I think this is just kind of a man gene...men just don't handle everyday aches, pains, and bumps and bruises as well as their woman counterparts.............with that I am going to call it a blog........until next time....