We were just talking the other day about how my husband has had a little bit of trouble fully integrating into the Grapes family. It took my sister-in-law awhile, but we eventually pulled her in, and now everything is fine. My husband just isn't there yet.
Like this evening. We had met up with some friends for dinner, and after dinner, we decided to go to Cold Stone Creamery for dessert. There were two cars involved in the excursion because we were leaving to go home after dessert, and everyone else was going somewhere different. By way of coordinating, this was the conversation from our car (ok, there may be a little revisionist history here, but this is how it felt):
Me: Could you please ask my sister-in-law if she is going to feed m-A here or if she is going to wait until we get to ice cream.
Husband: Sure {rolls down window} um, excuse me, um, Kate, your sister-in-law, who happens to be sitting here next to me ... in the car ... um ... was wondering if uh ... ok, this question is from her ... just to be clear, she asked the question ... under normal circumstances, I would NOT be asking you this question, in fact, the status of your ... uh ... and ... uh ... Kate wanted to know if your plan is to ... uh ... m-A ... uh ... I ... uh ... Kate.
Me: Husband, are you hyperventilating.
Husband: Oh, so, they've put her in her car seat, so obviously, they're just going to go straight there.
Me {leaning across Husband}: Sister-in-law, you're not going to feed her now, are you?
Sister-in-law: No. We're heading over right now.
How hard was that?
For the record: Yes I was just slightly uncomfortable with asking my sister in law about her breastfeeding timetable. Yes, I made it clear I was asking on my wife's behalf - which was merely stating a fact. No, I did not say any of that other stuff. No, I did not hyperventilate.
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