yes, we have THAT type of relationship....

so, i just texted my husband after i fed lottie, cuz i was reminded how cool he is and what we made together. and sometimes after i feed her on my lunchbreak, i'm reminded how awesome it is to be alive, i think it's some kind of hormones going into my system or something from the milk being let down. so i try to call him, no answer. i text him, NO ANSWER. by this time i'm panicking. of course i know he is dead. so my mind races. do we have life insurance!? where will we live because i have a DEAD husband!? he obviously cut his hand off and bled to death at work. there is no other explanation. would his parents let me and the baby stay with them till we got on our feet? we'll definately have to have a closed casket, i can't bear to look at craig all pumped full of that formaldehyde stuff!!!! everybody will tell me how "good he looks" and "just like he was in real life..!" so i pull back into work at the point of hysterics. i get this feeling that surges through me and i hear my phone ringing. it's him. i answer it, "hello? aw yeah, i was just wondering where you were, but here you are. how's it going?" and he never knew. until i just texted him now, almost 2 hours later : "i thought you were dead and it made me go number 2."