I’m fairly certain I just scared the bejesus out of my husband.
Over the holiday, we needed some extra pillows, and when I ordered them, I accidentally had them shipped to Pasadena. Our building manager sent an email last week saying a couple of boxes had been sitting out front, and that he put them in storage for us. He dropped them off in front of our door a half hour ago. One box was the pillows, and this was the other:
Huh. An infant car seat base, addressed to my husband.
Now, since I already ordered the pillows to the wrong address, and I ordered some baby items for my cousin, the first thing I thought was that I accidentally ordered the seat from Amazon too. I logged on to our account, but the order wasn’t anywhere to be found. I assume that someone in the fulfillment center slapped the wrong label on the box and someone out there is still waiting for their package to arrive. Anyway, I texted the photo to my husband, along with a what the fuck?
Approximately thirty seconds later my phone rang.
Husband: WHAT IS THAT?
Me: You tell me.
Husband: (in an even more distressed voice) I DON’T KNOW! WHAT IS IT?!?
Me: It’s an infant car seat thingy, addressed to you. You gotta baby momma out there I don’t know about?
Husband: What? No! What do you mean addressed to me? DID YOU ORDER THAT?
I told him no and continued to make jokes about his child, which he did not seem to find amusing. At all. He’s at work right now, and was apparently in the middle of some camera emergency and had to get off the phone. It wasn’t until I hung up that I realized why he was so bent out of shape – I’m pretty sure he thought I was trying to tell him I’m knocked up.
Take a deep breath babe. If that were the case, I’m sure I’d find a much worse way to break the news.