February 10, 2010
When Dan and I got married (nearly 8 years ago!), I knew he was a Good Guy. He’s friendly, smart, laid back, and the only tears he’s ever forced me to shed have been because I’m laughing so hard I can’t breathe. He loves me. He’s always been supportive of everything I’ve wanted to do- when I wanted to quit my job to focus on my business, he was right there with me, celebrating and cheering me on. I only hope he has felt the same love and support from me along the way.
It’s easy to love a spouse when it’s just the two of you. But things change when you have a kid. Instead of being two individuals who happen to be together, suddenly you are On A Team. For everything from late-night feedings to toddler discipline, you have to be on the same side or things can get ugly quick. Lucky for me, since Day 1, Dan has been an amazing dad- which makes him an even more amazing husband.
But now that I’m pregnant again, I’m realizing even more just how incredible he is. I’ve been sick the past week- pregnancy sick- and it’s kicking my butt. It’s not nearly as bad as some people get- THANK GOODNESS- but it’s enough that it’s making daily life a little rough for me. I hate hate hate not being able to do what I want because I don’t have the energy. I’m absolutely craving sleep. Nothing sounds good to eat so I keep skipping making anything decent for dinner and we just scrape together leftovers or whatever from the fridge. I go through phases of complete exhaustion and intense nausea where all I want to do is lay on the couch and moan, followed by a burst of energy and LET’S GET SOMETHING ACCOMPLISHED, OMG. (unfortunately the energy burst is a lot shorter than the first phase, usually.)
And he’s just rolling with it. He’s taking care of Maggie, taking care of me, getting me water and Tums and pretzels when I ask for them. We all three spent the day at home today- him working, me trying to work and take care of a sick Maggie. And even while he was working, he was still taking care of us.
Then tonight, while he was cleaning up my kitchen for me, Maggie puked on the living room floor. Immediately my sensitive stomach started sending DANGER! DANGER! signals to my brain, and I looked at him in a panic. He took one look at me and rushed over to clean it up while I took Maggie upstairs to get changed. After things were, um, REMOVED FROM THE PREMISES, Maggie and I settled in on the couch while he finished cleaning up the kitchen.
My man, he is the Best. I just hope he’s willing to put up with this for 5+ more weeks. SECOND TRIMESTER, WHERE ARE YOU?