I do not get nervous when Rob travels while I am pregnant, and certainly didn't cry secretly while cleaning the kitchen the night before he flew to NJ to go to the Giants game. I never worry about worst-case scenarios, like giving birth to our 2nd child and raising 2 kids under 2 by myself. That's ridiculous.
I did not attempt to ease my anxiety the morning his flight was leaving by hauling Robbie in his snowsuit to Dunkin Donuts and getting 1/2 a dozen donuts for myself. And even if I did, I would not have picked at 3 of the donuts in one sitting until Rob called to say he'd landed in NJ.
I didn't ensure that both Robbie and I slept well while daddy was gone by letting Robbie sleep in our bed with me. And if that had happened, then surely we wouldn't have slept for 11 hours straight.
I most assuredly did not burn a meal in the crock pot yesterday, as that is the point of crock pots: a fail-safe meal. If I had, I would be seriously questioning my cooking abilities.
I did not shovel the bottom of our driveway yesterday morning in my 4th month of pregnancy. If I had needed to get out of the driveway, but was barricaded in by the 2+ foot pile of heavy snow a plow had kindly left in the night, I would have called someone for help. I certainly wouldn't have shoveled a car's width path through the snow-wall, cursing the city plows the entire time for not being considerate of people who can't shovel on their own.
What didn't YOU do this weekend!?