We've been getting ALOT of snow. Last Sunday's paper was delivered on Sunday between 8AM and 1PM rather than my normal 3AM to 6AM. LuLu and I delivered the papers and were pulling into Mickey D's for a little lunch when my phone rang. It was my dad.
"Hey baby girl, did my W2s show up in the mail yet?"
"Yea, I was actually gonna wait to call you because Hubs has walking pneumonia."
"Oh"
"I'm just getting back off the paper route. But if you want to stop by, I'll be there in about 20 minutes."
"yea, I need to."

So, I get what we need at Mickey D's and drive home. Dad is in the driveway talking with the neighbor who borrowed our shovel that day because his broke the week before. Now, let me remind you that I haven't seen my dad since 12/18. So, I pull myself out of the car, 7 months pregnant and showing it, and start to get LuLu and our lunch out. Dad stand there for a second, gathers himself and starts talking again.
"Um, one weekend I'll bring a truck down and get the rest of my stuff out of that room. That way there won't be so many trips. Just give me a couple days notice."
"ok"

He came in, went on and on making small talk until I nearly fell asleep (I'd been up since 2AM getting the papers, putting them together, bagging them, etc) the he decided he'd leave.

I honestly believe that he was waiting to see if I actually was pregnant or if I just said that I was to try to get him to move his crap out of the bedroom he occupied for all of one year.