Hey, Imdi! Now how in the world could I take *any* of that the wrong way? In fact, I feel honored that you'd think of me in such ways, so thank you.
It probably helped that my XH (the girls' dad) left me much the same way. I was preggo with D8, and he left, like, 5 times during my pregnancy. Then he left for good about 3 weeks after she was born ... and moved in with OW. You'd think I'm a magnet for such sitches, and I've actually had to ponder if I am and how to rid myself of that.
My now-H is *totally* opposite of XH, though. And I spent more than a year getting to know now-H before I married him ... just to be sure I wasn't getting back into the same kinda mess I had 5 years before. I guess the lesson I've learned from this is that you just never know. The man can be the best darn thing since sliced bread and still end up a total freakin' whack-job. Still, that's a hard lesson to learn, whether they're coming and going afterward or just completely dropping you like chopped liver.
When I got home with the girls this afternoon, H was in the garage, packing up more things. When on *earth* will he finish that up?? Anyway, I didn't actually know it was him; I just heard a loud noise out there, so I went to check it out to make sure nobody was trying to break in or anything (H has a lot of expensive tools and welders and stuff in there). Anyway, I saw it was him and said something like, "You're all about some surprise attacks these days." He just smiled and said, "Yeah." I asked how he was, and he said he was good. He asked how I am (that's a first in a month ), and before I had a chance to tell him, he said, "Still pregnant as hell?" I said, "Yeah, pretty much." We chatted about that skateboard park. I asked if he had ever heard the name of the company that was planning to build it, and he said sarcastically, "Nobody's gonna build a skate park here. Is it indoor or outdoor?" I told him I was having a hard time contacting them, so I don't yet know.
I asked if he still had the original drawings from the art sculpture we designed/built in town last spring, and he said he did. I told him the public library would like copies. And in typical H-style, he started to drewl a bit and said, "Really? Why do they want them?" And I said, "I guess to display in the library." That, of course, made him beam. I told him who to get in touch with at the library. And then I told him I'd catch him later. And I walked away. Then I left to take the girls to tumbling, and passed him on the road on the way back home.
Really uneventful. But at least it wasn't hateful. We'll save that for court day.
The weird thing was that I was actually gonna take a little board poll to see if you guys thought I should call him about the library thing, since somebody had specifically asked me to get the drawings. Hmmm. Glad I didn't call, 'cause that woulda prolly looked like some lame excuse to be in touch with him. Instead, I just kinda sat on it and waited for him to come here.
In fact, I feel honored that you'd think of me in such ways, so thank you. 
