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Well, ya'know.... -- Feathers, 15:17:33 01/27/06 Fri [1]
Maybe when you announced your membership in the Mile High Club, he realized he'd lost his source of entertainment for the trip - you know, "initiating you" LOL
It's hilarious how you say "the boys" LOL
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boys/men -- kennedypratt, 18:52:30 01/27/06 Fri [1]
I'm not exactly sure what happens when two male friends hang out together but I see it all the time with my husband. They can act like men for days on end but they get to spend some time with another man and suddenly their maturity level drops and they become boys again. Should be studied in a lab or something, stange phenomenon.
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I'll sign up to work on that study. Lets see... I'll enroll Keith of course, Joe Nichols, Billy Currington, and Keith Anderson (just to keep the male numbers even you inderstand). -- Texas_Cheryl, 19:07:56 01/27/06 Fri [1]
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study -- kennedypratt, 19:37:48 01/27/06 Fri [1]
I'd work on the study too. Of course they would all need complete physical exams before participating. Please put on the paper gown Keith.
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Hmmm... -- 1birdinflight, 18:42:38 01/27/06 Fri [1]
I'm intrigued, kennedy! Gosh it's just so early for him to give you a ring...and I'm curious why he's been so quiet...Hmmm...Whatcha got brewing, girlfriend?
"never share a plane with chesneygirl" That right there is enough to crack me up!!! LOLOL -- Feathers, 15:08:52 01/27/06 Fri [1]
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2 -- kennedypratt, 01:48:07 01/29/06 Sun [1]
How could I forget the pregnancy scare? What a fun few days that was. I was suspicious when we were in Vegas when I noticed that Kim hadn’t drunk anything. I grew more suspicious when we helped them move and Kim didn’t try to lift anything heavy. Things really blew up when Kenny overheard her on the phone with me. He had disappeared for days before finally showing up reeking of alcohol at Keith’s door. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days, or changed his clothes. He hardly said a word to me, instead went with Keith into the den where they had a lengthy discussion. I tried to eavesdrop as much as possible but he had shut the door. The only part I was able to hear was when he raised his voice, “This is the life you want! Don’t eeff it up!” They talked a while longer before exchanging several man hugs. Keith kept saying, “It’s going to be okay.”
I tried to look very occupied with a magazine when they came out. I invited Kenny for dinner but he insisted he had to go home. He took up Keith’s offer to drive him home much to my relief.
Keith came home a short time later. “Did everything go okay at his house?” I asked.
“Don’t know; I didn’t go in. He got in the front door so I guess that is a good sign.” He answered.
“Such a mess, I hope she is not really pregnant.” I said.
“Why would that be so terrible? They love each other; they’re going to be together.” He asked.
“I just can’t see them being ready for a baby.” I said.
“That’s what people do sweetheart. They get together, hopefully they get married, and they have a baby. In fact, I’ve heard that people have been doing that for thousands of years, maybe you should look it up.” He said aggravated.
“Well maybe that’s what some people do but it’s certainly not what I’m going to do, and I’m not sure if Kim wants that either.” I replied hotly.
“Since when are you the expert on what other people want in their lives? And what do you mean that is not what your going to do? Are you saying you don’t want to get married or you don’t want to have kids?” He asked alarmed.
“I’m no expert at anything but I know this is not a good time for them to be changing anything. As for getting married, I haven’t found any suitable candidates yet and no, I don’t want any kids.” I replied coldly.
My response hit him like a sucker punch to the gut. He put one hand against the couch to steady himself. He took a step back and looked toward the floor. “You don’t mean that, you can’t really mean that.” He said softly.
I crossed my arms, holding my ground. “I was married once; we saw how well that worked out. I’m not a good wife, wasn’t cut out for it. I can’t imagine trying to undertake the job of being a mother.” I answered honestly.
He swallowed hard and walked away from me. I stood there, my words echoing in my head. I hadn’t said them to be mean, but they had caused just as much pain. I couldn’t say anything else. I got my purse and the dogs and I left. I drove back to my own house and suffered in the emptiness of it. I knew I needed to apologize but I wasn’t sure for what exactly. I was sorry if I had led him on but I wasn’t sorry for telling him my intentions. He needed to know.
I managed to stay away for a few hours before slinking back to his side of town just after dark. I opened the front door a crack and listened carefully. Silence. The dogs pushed the door open and went running in. They picked up the trail and found him lying on the couch. He petted and rubbed each of them as them jumped on the couch, stepping on him and licking him. I watched a few feet from the love scene, tossing my purse into the chair, not saying anything. He eyed me from under the mountain of fur.
“I guess these will have to be our babies then.” He said, a little choked up.
I completely lost my composure and joined the love pile. I cried into his chest.
“I’m so sorry to tell you like that, it was so mean, I should have told you a long time ago.”
He lifted my head up by my chin, “Tell me which part? That you don’t want kids or that I’m not a suitable husband?” He asked.
“The kids part,” I said through my tears, “I didn’t mean the husband part, well, I haven’t really thought about that.” I said.
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3 -- kennedypratt, 01:49:33 01/29/06 Sun [1]
I was snapped back into reality by my ringing cell phone. It was Kim on the caller ID.
She giggled on the other end, “I can’t talk long. Just wanted to tell you that I’m Mrs. Chesney now.” I heard Kenny mumbling in the background and she hung up before I could lace into her.
I put down the phone exasperated. Keith put his hand on my shoulder. “We’ve go to be at the airport at 2, are you packed?” He asked. We were leaving that afternoon for Australia. I made a few final additions to my bag. Keith laughed as he saw the amount of clothes I was bringing, reminding me we were only going for the weekend. I asked him about the time zone difference again. I had to figure out when to take my birth control pills, not wanting to miss any doses in Australia. I gave instructions to the house sitter who would be watching the dogs and bid them each goodbye. I tried not to mention Kim and Kenny during the ride to the airport. I didn’t want to rehash the conversation about us getting married. I hadn’t even answered his question about him being husband material and I didn’t want to either.
I slept most of the plane flight there. Keith woke me up shortly before we made our descent so I could change my clothes and try to freshen up before meeting his parents. I nervously smoothed my clothes and tried to apply mascara, not an easy task with turbulence. The plane landed and we got into the car that would drive us out to the Urban household. I fidgeted with my nails and makeup the whole ride. Keith assured me I looked great but I was still nervous about meeting the folks.
His parents came out of the house as the car pulled up. They hugged him warmly and he made my introduction. His mum hugged me and his dad gave me a gentle handshake. His brother and sister-in-law came over a short time later. I marveled at how well they all got along. I chatted openly with his mom and sister-in-law while we prepared a meal. We had a nice evening outside talking and joking until very late. We finally went to bed and as I snuggled down next to Keith he whispered in the dark, “I told you they would like you.”
The next two days flew by. Keith showed me the sights of the farm where they used to live. We had a barbeque the last night we were in town. His parents invited their friends as did his brother. I sipped an Aussie beer on the patio while I watched a group of kids run around playing. Keith sidled up next to me, putting his arm around my waist. I put my head on his shoulder. “I like it here, I like your family, and I even like you a little” I said jokingly, giving him a little kiss.
“Good, I like you a little bit too.” He replied.
We excused ourselves from the party, having to get up early for our flight. In his room I raised my arms so he could slip my sundress over my head. I peeled his tee shirt off and unzipped his khaki pants. We made love quietly, as quiet as possible on a squeaky antique bed.
We said goodbye to his family and set off for the airport the next morning. I tried to think of what I was going to say to Kim when we got home. I wanted to be happy for them, but I was so afraid of it not working out. Keith reminded me that what was done was done and there was nothing we could do about it. The flight was long and when we got back to Nashville we fell into bed. The next morning I trekked over the Chesney household with Keith in tow. I had disguised it as a trip to Starbucks but we got lost along the way and somehow ended up at their house. Keith and Kenny went into the sports lounge to congratulate each other while I lectured Kim. It fell on deaf ears and she was so happy and glowing I couldn’t be mad for long.
She wanted to talk about other things. “So how was Oz?”
She kept looking at my hands in a weird way so I put them into my pockets.
“It was fun, his family was so nice.” I said.
“Did anything happen?” she asked expectantly.
“Not really, what do you mean?” I said confused.
“Nothing, I’m glad you had a good time. We are going to St. Johns for a few days. My cell phone works there so if anything happens call me.” She said.
“I think that ring is cutting off the blood flow to your brain Kim. You are not making any sense.” I said.
She smiled knowingly and shook her head. The boys returned from their apparent strategy meeting and I congratulated Kenny. As I hugged him I gripped the back of his neck before he let go and whispered, “Hurt her again and I swear I’ll cut your toes off.”
He laughed as he pulled away from me, “I guess I’ll behave, I might need to count to twenty.”
I told Kim to behave herself in the islands. She said she would and pulled the waistband of her jeans down a little to show me her birth control patch. “Thank god” I said as we left.
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4 -- kennedypratt, 01:52:05 01/29/06 Sun [1]
They spent the next week down there in the islands and Keith and I settled back into our Nashville life. I was only working three days a week and the rest of my time was spent with him before he had to go back out on the road. I was looking forward the time he would be recording and not traveling as much. Our time in the past few days had not been as much fun as normal because I wasn’t feeling good. I had been tired and really sick to my stomach no matter what I ate.
Finally I went to my doctor, fearing I had picked up a parasite from something I ate in Australia. I mentioned the recent trip to her as I already looked up potential parasites on the internet, recommending test to her. She smiled as she read the chart and reviewed my symptoms. “Any chance you are pregnant?”
“No”, I replied. “Well, I guess there is always a chance but I am very careful. I doubt it is that, I’m thinking it is a liver fluke.” I answered.
“Well, let’s do a pregnancy test just to be sure you are not.” She said.
I rolled my eyes as I tried to put a sample in the cup. This was such a waste of time. A parasite was eating me up and they think I’m just plain ‘ole knocked up. I was sure I would end up in a medical journal with this parasite.
I swung my feet back and forth and they dangled off the edge of the exam table. I tapped my fingers nervously as I waited for the test results. Finally the doctor came back in, “Well, it was as we suspected.”
“What? Is it a parasite? Is it a liver fluke?” I asked.
“No, you are pregnant.” She replied.
“That can’t be. Your test is wrong.” I said.
“We’ll send some blood off, but you had a strong positive, it’s very accurate.” She said.
“You can send off what ever you want, I know that I’m not pregnant.” I said as I put my clothes back on. She smiled and handed me a box of prenatal vitamins.
“Be sure to take these, eat well and get lots of rest.” She said.
I snatched the box from her and marched out of the exam room.
I drove furiously to the pharmacy and bought eight pregnancy tests. Eight was my lucky number. I called Kim from my cell phone; they had just come back from St. Johns a few days ago. “Kim, I’ve got to come over. Are you alone?”
“Yeah, Kenny had a meeting. What’s wrong?”
“We’ll see when I get there.” I replied.
I paid the confused looking clerk and took my boxes of fate with me. When I got to Kim’s house I told her the whole story about the doctor. She laughed and hugged me and said, “That is so great.”
“No it’s not great, and I’m not even sure it’s true. I am going to take every one of these tests and you are going to read them. I need a big glass of water.” I said.
Over the next hour I proceeded to drink a gallon of water and take eight pregnancy tests. Kim laid them all out on the kitchen counter in a row. Each one was positive in its own unique way. There were plus signs, very clear pink lines, and the most annoying electronic stick the blinked ‘pregnant’. I sat on stool in disbelieve. I must have miscounted the hours during our trip and not taken a pill on time. Kim tried to reassure me that this was a good thing and that she and Kenny had decided to try as well. She hugged me, “we can be fat together, and it will be fun.”
I had to smile; the image of those two with a baby was almost too much to take. Kenny returned to from his meeting and surveyed the science project in the kitchen. Kim quickly shook her head no before he could say anything, she pointed to me. He teased me, “oh my god, you’re carrying Keith Urban’s love child.” He pointed and poked my stomach, “have any idea how big you are going to get?”
I pushed him away gently and smiled. Despite my shock over the day’s events I was beginning to feel a strange excitement, a new energy. I needed to go home and tell Keith the news. I felt bad that his friends knew before him. Kim and Kenny both hugged me before I left and told me everything would be fine. I tried to believe them. When I got back to Keith’s house he was waiting for me. “What did the doctor say? Do you have a parasite?” He asked concerned.
“Yep, it is a parasite all right.” I replied.
“What are they going to do about it?” He asked.
“Well, she said that I need to take vitamins, eat well, get lots of rest and it will work it self out in about nine months.” I said.
He gave me a confused look.
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5 -- kennedypratt, 02:02:32 01/29/06 Sun [1]
And then I woke up and realized it was all a dream, a nightmare really (just kiding).
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Thank God! -- 1birdinflight, 15:56:23 01/29/06 Sun [1]
Kennedy, you really had me going, girl! It's not time for babies, it's not even time for a wedding and luckily you know that,at least, I think you know that...LOL! Babies are beautiful, babies are cute, babies are noisy and they smell really great sometimes and sometimes not so great, babies can bring couples together and they can tear couples apart...You and Keith are having so much fun right now just as a couple; too much fun to rock the boat just yet...
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babies -- kennedypratt, 18:38:34 01/29/06 Sun [1]
Not sure how I feel about babies so I had to have some type of escape in this story. It's kind of hard to write a baby out a story without causing to much controversy. Plus I don't really need some half-aussie brunette running around with a daddy who is always on tour.
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You were a busy busy girl this weekend. -- Texas_Cheryl, 16:56:52 01/29/06 Sun [1]
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NOOO -- Chesneygirl73, 12:29:50 01/29/06 Sun [1]
That was great!! Don't make it a dream!! THis is great!!
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You just HAD to have it both ways didn't you? -- Texas_Cheryl, 16:54:10 01/29/06 Sun [1]
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written -- Chesneygirl73, 18:00:18 01/29/06 Sun [1]
I have mine done will print later, Kenny and I welcome a new edition to our family. I hope you all like it.
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Babies!! They're great until they can talk back at you! -- Aussie Chick, 02:32:29 01/30/06 Mon [1]
Although I would love to hear about Keith and how he would idolise his own little bundle of joy.
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