You've Been Punked!
Yeah, well I tried to punk my husband, but it didn't work.
My first pregnancy was such a planned event (I never even had any contractions) that my husband felt that he missed out on the whole, "honey, my water broke," scenario. As such, this time around I thought it might be fun for him (he's a good sport) to pull a prank and pretend like my water had broken.
Thinking it through, I obviously needed to pull this off during the night...this way he'd be asleep (and he's a sound sleeper) and I could basically tell him it broke an hour or two earlier and that I'd been on the phone with my OB getting instructions and with my parents coordinating their arrival in time for us to leave. If I had pulled it while he was awake/aware HE would have been on the phone with the OB.
So, the next piece was to do it in the middle of the night on a night where he didn't have to get up for work. That basically left this weekend, as last weekend would have been a bit early. I worked up the courage and planned my course pretty carefully, thinking I had all of my bases covered. Not. Didn't plan on my husband seeing right through things.
Last night we had a terrible thunderstorm in the middle of the night - probably like 330-4am. Usually he'll sleep through anything...not last night. He was wide awake walking around the house checking on our son, went to the bathroom, and then crawled back into bed and couldn't fall back asleep. Neither could I. We finally (after an hour of The Brady Bunch) turned the tv off and fell asleep. I couldn't sleep in this morning, so I came downstairs and did a few things, before going back up around 830am to see if I could pull off this stunt.
He heard me come in the room, but as he wasn't fully awake, just laid there with his eyes closed and talked with me. Last night he had said he was, "ready at any time," so I asked him if he had meant what he said. He said yeah, why...to which I replied that it was time. He immediately said, "you're lying," and rolled over. I explained to him that my water had broken, that I'd called the OB and they wanted me to come in, and that my parents were on their way over (they live 15 minutes away). He again said, "you're lying," to which I tried to plead my fake case. Ultimately, he told me that I wasn't "freaking out" enough and that if my water had broken, I would have come running into the bedroom and told him first. True.
Guess I just can't lie to my husband. There's worse things in the world. Guess I also wouldn't make a good actress!