Couvade, really?

There is a real medical term called Couvade which is just a fancy French word referring to symptomatic prenatal sympathy. Yes, you guessed it, sometimes the mates of Pregnant Patty's will suffer along with their significant others. It seems a little unbelievable, but apparently it's real. We had our own run in with some Couvade symptoms just last week.

First off, it's no secret that when you're pregnant you loose your marbles. I can't tell you how many times I've started a sentence and just totally lost it- no train of thought, no clue as to what was coming next. And some of the things that come out of my mouth are, in a word, dumb.

You should also know, that Barack Obama is a member at our gym. I've never seen him working out there, but he's a busy guy, I get it. My other theory is that he's smoking cigarrettes up on the pool deck talking about Hegelian theories and the like with the hourly workers.

So the day after the election when I got to the gym there was a HUGE banner hung up which stated, "Congratulations to our new president, member since 1984." No surprise there, but a nice gesture.

That night, after our workouts, Denver and I met for dinner at the restaurant in club. The restaurant is called, Maxwells- it's a new name, before it had just been the Restaurant or something ultra generic. As we're sitting there we started kibitzing about the new name- how random it seemed and how uneccesary all at the same time. Then Denver said (outloud), "Maybe they named it after the new president." I just kinda looked at him, puzzled and responded, "The club has a new president?" and then he looked at me like I was the crazy one and says, "yeah, didn't you see the gigantic sign?"

Um, yeah. Saw the sign and put it together pretty quickly actually. The look on Denver's face when HE put it all together was delightful. It was a 100% eureka moment.