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The Push Present

As time has passed during this pregnancy, the topics of conversation with our doctor have changed from things like lists of foods to avoid to labor and delivery procedures. During one of our last appointments, I felt the need to voice my concerns again (for what is probably the fifth time) about possibly having to push out a ten pound baby, if this baby that I am currently baking stays on track and goes a week late. Normally, my doctor laughs and explains how women's bodies were made for this and it wouldn't be the first time a woman has given birth to a big baby. On this occasion, however, she stated, "well, that's why there's a push present." Marc and I quickly shot confused glances at each other to signify we hadn't heard of this "push present" before.

"Oh, you haven't heard about the push present?" she said as she turned all of her attention on Marc. "It's a present YOU give your wife for pushing out the baby. It's usually something with precious stones."

Marc mumbled something quietly about a more affordable option of chocolates or flowers to which she replied, "Chocolates and flowers aren't good enough, because they don't last."

Now, just to clarify...when Marc had mentioned chocolates and flowers, I did get excited. I love both of those things and I would gladly accept them as gifts from my husband. But, let's be honest, who wouldn't also accept jewelry?

As the three of us exited the exam room into the hallway, me with visions of sparkling jewels and Marc with visions of dollar signs, it appeared that several other nurses and midwives had also overheard the end of our push present conversation. They rushed into the hallway from their office doors and all started squealing excitedly in very high-pitched voices. "Every Mom deserves a push present!" "Your wife deserves only the best!" "She's the one doing all the work!" "You should pick something out from Tiffany's... like pearls!"

I looked back at Marc and realized how uncomfortable he was. Maybe it was the high-pitched squealing more than the sheer materialism of it all, but his face was flushed and he was sending S.O.S. signals with his blinks.

We soon escaped and Marc sighed a long sigh of relief to be free. I couldn't help but think that these women have seen it all from single moms doing it by themselves to husbands who just don't understand what it means to show appreciation. Not to brag, but I have a husband who works extremely hard for us, who thanks me for doing laundry and who tells me my cooking is the best he's ever tasted. So, if my push present consists of a lingering kiss on the forehead and a homemade hot fudge sundae I will be more than happy, because he's been there for almost every appointment and I already know how much he loves and appreciates me.

And just in case you were wondering, I did hear that there's a sale going on at Kay Jewelers in the mall... *wink*

 

Posted , by Sharon, in: Dad, Fun, Mom