Highly Involved Fathers

So the other day I was sitting on the couch while Jonathan was playing some sniper game on his new xbox, and I was writing in my pregnancy journal. I was all excited to be filling out the 10 week page and thinking thoughts of my future child, wondering what life was going to be like with 2 kids, trying to guess what week I would start being able to feel the baby move, I had a smile on my face and was just really happy. I look at my wonderful husband, father of my children, thinking about what an incredible father he is. How involved he is. How I can so rely on him.
Then I ask,

D: Honey, how many weeks pregnant am I?
J: Um... (shoot bad guy with sniper rifle).. I don't know, like 20 something weeks?
D: (silence)... you think I'm 20 something weeks pregnant?
J: I mean (shoot more bad guys)... like 30 something weeks?
D: (silence except for machine gun noise)... you know pregnancy is only 40 weeks, and you think that I am 30 something weeks pregnant.
J: (His guy dies a bloody death- frustrated sigh) Destiny, I'm not a doctor.

Yes, this is the highly involved father of my unborn child. :)

Gotta love him! :)