Wednesday, December 12, 2012
A Post in Which I Gush About My Husband
So far, my pregnancy has not gone as well as I always imagined it would. Granted, there are people who have it worse then me and I don't intend to belittle their experience by saying mine is so bad. But every time I pictured myself pregnant, I never imagined that I would be so sick. I imagined myself as one of those girls who hardly got sick, was still able to work and do the things she loved doing, and never had to go to the hospital. I'd be able to exercise and people would tell me that I was so lucky. I would have an easy, uneventful pregnancy. Never in all my imagining would I have days where I couldn't even get off the couch or have to take medication just to be able to keep food down.
I used to wonder, if I had opted not to take birth control, maybe we wouldn't have such a problem getting pregnant. I thought that even if we had gotten pregnant right after our wedding, maybe it wouldn't be so bad if I was pregnant while D was gone at boot camp. After all, that was the reason I took birth control- because I didn't want to be pregnant alone. Now I realize that was a really smart decision because I couldn't do this without him. It may not have made a difference but it's better to be safe than sorry.
D does so much for me. He does the majority of the cleaning and all the cooking. He'll make me something to eat and then eat it himself if I can't stomach it and then happily make me something else. He runs all my errands for me. He'll sit with me and play with my hair when I feel especially awful. He rubs my back when I'm throwing up so I won't panic. He takes me to the hospital and calls the doctor for me when I'm too sick and I can't talk because it aggravates my nausea. He studies from home every day so he's here if I need anything. He does all these things and more on top of all his school, work, and church responsibilities.
Sometimes I feel so bad because he does so much for me and right now, I haven't been able to reciprocate that service too much. Every time I tell him that, however, he always tells me to stop apologizing because he loves doing it. Every day I am more and more convinced that he is going to be a great daddy to our baby and I love him more every day.
Posted by Allison at 12:10 PM