Went to a baby shower for a co-worker today at lunch, and it got me thinking about that whole “secret baby” story line that pops up in romance novels. That’s really a misnomer– because there is no way to keep a baby a secret – unless the father is on another planet, or happens to be pretend dead.
Casey commented that in the last week her husband has made comments regarding her size, shape and mood. Making elephant noises when she bumps into stuff, or teasing her because she can’t reach her feet. Telling her that he hopes the baby comes by the due date so he can take a trip to Vegas….for business. Uh huh. When she just gave him “the look”, he suggested that maybe she could get the Dr to induce her if she goes late…. Stuff like this is not a good way to get on a hormonal woman’s good side. She told us in confidence that he’s lucky there isn’t a pair of scissors stuck in his forehead. I’m positive she wasn’t joking. I suggested she kick him in the ass, but she said her foot wouldn’t reach that high, so we agreed to do it for her. Women have to stick together in times like this.
I confess I kinda like that secret baby plot – maybe because I’ve never had kids. It’s a lot easier to have a secret dog than it is a secret baby.
What do you think – like it or hate it??