So I previously mentioned that my husband moaned, groaned, and complained his way into a sick day, complete with the house to himself. Here’s another doozy for you: I woke up at 3am to the sound of my husband screaming from the living room. He’s been sleeping in there since my son’s been in the cast. Concerned for his safety, and of not waking up the kids, I went to see what was going on. I found him crawling on the floor, clutching his calf, and yelling that he needed me to rub his leg. A cramp? Good Lord! I rubbed his leg for a minute, told him to quiet down, and went back to bed. How many leg cramps did I have while pregnant? Too many to count. Not to mention the actual labor. I didn’t scream that much giving birth. Clearly, he has no tolerance for pain. The next day he told me that he might have trouble driving long distances because of his “leg injury”. Uhh, men.
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