It's not a joke

"Honey meet me at Valencia for dinner"...  is how the conversation started.  I explained to my husband that he has been so patient with me being so sick lately that I wanted to do something special, so I had a gift for him.  He opened the gift...dropped it back in the bag and ran off to the restroom for several minutes.  His comment when he came back...."that is a cruel joke".  It was no joke...I was really pregnant with twins.  In his bag was 2 bibs.  "Daddy's girl" and "Daddy's boy" and their first photo.  Off to the grandparents to tell them.