Daddy-to-be

Every pregnant woman has her complaints. Some get them all out at the beginning, some wait to lay it on thick at the end, and others just spit out a constant stream over the entire nine (and a half) months.

I am no different from every pregnant woman in this regard. My main thrust of complaints are coming on pretty strong these days as my due date nears. I've really tried to curb the complaints, or at least shroud them with humor so I don't get the pity pout (a facial expression I can't stand), but one person who basically hears it all is the ol' husband. Men, you know what I'm sayin'. If your woman allowed you to speak your mind, you could tell us ALL a thing or two, and I'm not just talking about stretch marks and water retention (my two biggest battles at this 36-AND-A-HALF-week point). A pregnant, hormonal woman will punch her husband in the face if he dares utter a thing about her gas over-production, abnormal secretions, and diminished libido. I mean, if these guys want to continue to eat and live under the same roof, they'll keep their mouths shut.

Well, Ted has heard it all from yours truly, and it ain't over yet. But talk about taking it in stride! A couple of posts ago, I wrote about Thanksgiving and that one of the things I was thankful for was a husband who wants to touch, hold, hug, and kiss his pregnant wife no matter how large she's getting. Well, it's been a month and a half since then, and according to my last OB appt, I gained 8 lbs in a week, so the largeness rate is exponentially rising. I've been assured it's all water at this point, and the canyon-esque indentations from YESTERDAY'S socks would point to that cause as well, but it doesn't make me feel any better.

And what's Ted doing in the middle of all this? He purchased the book, The Expectant Father, and has been taking tips along the way. One of these is an almost-daily foot massage and leg stretch. Bless that man. He still kisses and cuddles me like crazy, including necessary bum-grabs, and tells me multiple times daily that he loves me. Then he spends a day to do things like this:



And this:



See, I bought him a cordless drill for Christmas and he's been having a good time with it. Admittedly, so have I. Does anyone else need to fan themselves when they see the man they love putting a room together for someone they haven't met yet?

All because of a little love...