Husband Hall of Fame
Inducted this weekend: The Good Doctor.
Awarded for: Above and Beyond Husbandly Duties
Special Merit Earned for: Accomplishing major feat while keeping pregnant wife completely in the dark
Dude planned a SURPRISE baby shower by hijacking my phone in the early morning hours and emailing my friend and colleague Liza 7 times for additional contacts. That's what happens when the cell phone charger is on your husband's side of the bed.
He'd been telling me for a week we were going to Maggiano's for a lunch date with some of his friends. I wasn't super jazzed because for some reason I loved Maggiano's the first 2 times I went there, then I had a mediocre pasta and decided I never wanted to go back. Ever. Plus, some of his friends are really boring. So it was going to be a wifely duty to hang out and make small talk and hope that the calamari and seafood linguini put me in a good carbo coma for the afternoon. 37 week pregnant women have small wishes.
I urged him to ask his friends to meet at Yard House instead. We recently had an NBC Investigative Unit team dinner there and it was a really good experience. The team investigated at least 12 of their 120 beers on tap. I am the type of person who will eat toasted crumpets with ricotta cheese every day for breakfast for 2 years so when I find something I like, I exhaust it. I went to the Yard House after my team dinner for lunch with a friend and I thought we should introduce The Good Doctor's friends to it since it was basically next door to Maggiano's and I would at least enjoy the food if not the conversation. I'm kidding. I love his friends. They are all so...nice. Again, not kidding. I know, I'm not getting a Wife Hall of Fame ceremony any time soon.
Anyway, he's telling me he thinks they already made reservations and it's kid friendly and they really like that place, so I sigh and say, "Fine. But I hate that place. I'm never going there again." Totally overdramatic and actually, it's really not a bad place. I just wasn't feeling it.
So Saturday comes, we're on the way there, and he says, "Hey, I changed it, we're going to Yard House."
By then I'd actually mentally prepared for the pasta so I was like, "Oh. OK. I was planning to just get the seafood pasta. I'm not in the mood for Yard House."
He was like, Can you be any more annoying, WOMAN? "Oh, well, that's where we are meeting because I thought you'd like it better." You crazy pregnant lady.
Hey, getting into the Husband Hall of Fame requires a lot of sacrifice. Not many men have this kind of dedication, patience, and wherewithal. Or raw sexual charisma.
So we get there, and right before I walk in, I get a VIP phone call pertaining to a nightmare ID theft situation we are going through. I want to just head in and finish the conversation but he wants to wait outside until I'm off the phone. We get inside a few minutes later, park the stroller, and walk toward a table.
The first thing I see: his Aunt Tina's curly brown hair. I'm like, "Hey, your aunt Tina is here!" Then I see his his grandma and I'm like, "Wow--they're in the South Bay today!" Not totally unusual because Tina has a house down here. Then I see some of my friends and finally all my synapses fire together and I realize...they're here for a party! For me! And it's because of my husband!
I look at him like, "Are you serious right now?" in a tone totally from Shit Girls Say and I start tearing up like a crybaby.
It was just so unexpected, so not discussed or authorized, and a complete, utter surprise. He pulled it off and I had zero idea. Even with the two random times I picked up his phone when my mom was calling and she sounded all flustered and weird mumbling about how she needed Brian to help her with her "um uh phone but nevermind, I'll call back later."
It really meant so much to me to have my girlfriends and family come out for a lunch to celebrate our impending arrival. And I didn't even have to play a single baby shower game or have people guess the circumference of my belly.
The fact The Good Doctor put this party together in a week and a day makes me think procrastination is preferable when it comes to things like this. Just BAM--we're having a shindig, can you come?
Take note husbands: works pretty well and can earn you a spot in the Husband Hall of Fame. And it's forever. Like when you've been elected president. They can never take that away from you.