Nooo nooo said my darling husband and father in law. Not only did we not need a new fridge, hell we could fix it ourselves. This little comedy actually landed me in an appliance parts store seconds before they closed to purchase some whatchamadoohickey in my extraordinarily pregnant state. The lady running the store was not amused at the fact I was preventing her from closing on time on a Saturday coupled with the fact that I had no freaking clue what I was buying. She actually looked at me and without a hint of a smile said "I sure hope you don't let them talk you into delivering the baby themselves too." Egads.
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Fast forward one week and my inlaws swing by the hospital with our 17 month old to bring us and our new family member home. Have I mentioned before that our new little boy screamed? Not like "Heh babies cry" oh no. We're talking MOTHA EFFN SCREAMED. I knew it was unusual because even the nurses would kind of avoid us and made snide comments. So to say I was a bit of a train wreck would be an understatement. On the way home with my SCREAMING infant and my toddler who hadn't seen much of her mama in two days and was overdue for a nap I overheard my father in law say something to my husband. Now I was in the waaaay back of the van and there were two kids, one of whom that was SCREAMING, in between us so I couldn't make out much. But you'd better believe the words "oh by the way, the refrigerator quit working again" loud and clear. If I wasn't so knocked on my ass from the delivery and SCREAMING baby things would have been far worse for my poor husband. As it was they had some old guy come out and fix it before I killed someone. The ice maker still doesn't work, for the record.