A few months after my nephew Jack was born, my family and I went to San Diego for his baptism. During the time we were there, we did a few touristy things. We were walking around the Hotel del Coronado and environs one afternoon and I began to notice that anytime we crossed the street, my brother would put himself between traffic and the rest of us, especially Jack. I don’t think Joe even noticed he was doing it, but that fatherly protector instinct was in full force. <\/p>\n
I remember thinking at the time, “The guy I end up with will be that protective and paternal. So sweet!”<\/p>\n
Fast forward four and a half years later…<\/p>\n
I am taking a trip to Seattle for work later this week and will be staying in a hotel room. Over the past few months, I’ve stayed with friends when I travel north, but they were all either out of town or otherwise occupied that night. So I had our executive assistant book me a room at the totally decent hotel right next to the Washington office. I’ve stayed there about a hundred times before; it’s safe, clean, and has a gym. <\/p>\n
And GTB is PISSED about this. He doesn’t think it’s OK to be four-and-a-half-months pregnant and staying in a hotel room by myself. And he can’t understand why I don’t see this. I don’t understand the logic, but I do get that what is going on with him is that protector instinct coming into full swing. <\/p>\n
And you’d think I’d be amused by it, or grateful for it, right? <\/p>\n
Instead, I’m annoyed. What does he think I am, stupid? Am I just some dumb little girl? Am I going to forget to lock my door? Will I, in a state of pregnancy airheadedness, wander into the hallway naked and without my keys, thus attracting to the lusty attention of a fellow lodger who just happens to be a sexual predator? Trust me, that dude would take one look at my gut and run the other way. <\/p>\n
So while I should be appreciating the paternal side emerging from my sweet little husband, what I’m really thinking is that I should be more careful about what I wish for. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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