This morning I called the Irishman to ask him a question about benefits. I would usually send him a text message, but I was being lazy and decided to call his office phone instead.
It rang about three times and he picked up. He sounded positively panicked.
I was concerned and asked him what was wrong.
It seems he has heard too many stories of people giving birth on their birthday or their husband's birthday and he had convinced himself that the phone call meant I was in labor.
He calmed down once I convinced him that all was good...