In honor of the much-loved – or greatly despised – Valentine’s Day, I thought I would share with my fellow moms the joys of how marital love has played out for this pregnant woman. When you’re pregnant, often times you’re hungry, moody, and emotional – all while getting bigger every day. That’s a rough combination! It’s also a really rough combination to live with. Thankfully, my sweet husband has endured our third pregnancy very well thus far.So, what has his love for me looked like – in a practical sense – over the past seven months?
- Going on MANY Doritos runs at 11 pm (confession time: I ate Doritos every day during the first trimester …)
- Kindly disagreeing when people tell me how much bigger I am this time
- Confidently reassuring me that only my belly is growing – that my arms, butt, thighs, and back look exactly the same (I’m thankful for this lie)
- Giving me his burger and eating my salad when I order healthy at a restaurant, only to be disappointed once the food arrives
- Graciously ignoring (or choosing not to comment) on the fact that I ate the entire jar of cookie butter in one day
- Keeping his eyes only on me when we are out on a date, at the store … or really anywhere
- Laughing along with me when I laugh (awkwardly hard) at the movie “Father of the Bride” during the scene when they are exercising in the living room … and then cry my eyes out at the next scene
- Lovingly reassuring me that everything is okay with me and our baby when I anxiously Google symptoms I’m experiencing at 12 am
- And finally, holding my hand at each ultrasound, supporting my need for a little more money in the clothing budget due to my frequent meltdowns about how NOTHING fits … and most importantly, loving me each day of this journey.
So with that, a Happy Valentine’s Day to you and yours! I’d love to hear how your husband supported you during your 9+ months of craziness … if not through a Doritos craving, then likely something else! 😉
