My husband loaded the car while I jumped in the shower.
Not exact matches
Being able to
load it in my
car without my
husband's help was also a convenient.
We
loaded up the
car, and once again, for fear of my mother's mountain driving, I drove myself two hours into town in labor while my
husband followed behind.
(Because how often was my
husband really going to there when I was struggling to
load the
car at Target?)
In the living room chair while your
husband is
loading up the
car for the hospital and he returns to get you to find the baby crowning... dang.
Luckily my
husband had just gotten home from work, so we
loaded everyone in the
car and immediately rushed to the ER.
My
husband, who was pretty sleep deprived by this point,
loaded the
car and we set off.