TIFU by telling a dead baby joke.

Alright, so this actually did happen today..

Today, I woke up in my normal routine, shower shave etc. Then I come out to see what my wife’s got going for breakfast, and see a pinkish red smoothy of some kind.

Naturally I make an off hand joke about it being an afterbirth. I follow this gem with a song about the noises a baby would make in a blender to the tune of “Old McDonald’s Farm” (similar awful songs are normal for what my wife affectionately refers to as “Breakfast Tourettes”) naturally my wonderful wife humours me and laughs along.. But there’s a hint of incredulity, as if she can’t quite believe what she’s listening to. Naturally I think nothing of it.

That’s when she interrupts me to point out the date. I don’t clue in right away, but ever so slowly, it dawns on me what I’d done, the sheer magnitude of my fuck up..
As I realize that today is the anniversary of the car accident where I flailed my pregnant wife into a semi, and killed our unborn baby.

Fuck.


TL;DR

Made dead baby joke on the anniversary of my own child’s death. Traumatised my wife.