I have to take a moment to brag about my husband. My husband is a guy's guy, through and through. He doesn't always think to do things just because they need to be done. A sink full of dishes can easily be ignored. I don't think he's cleaned the bathroom once since we've moved in together. That being said, he has turned into the most amazing husband and future father.
He decided that we need daily belly rubbing time (ok this creeps me out a little) so he can talk to our baby. I'm on pelvic rest so I'm not allowed to lift anything too heavy and he literally won't let me pick up anything heavier than a couple pounds. He took over cleaning the litter box as soon as I found out I was pregnant without even reminding him. He put away a whole bunch of Christmas presents while I napped today, and the only reason he didn't put them all away is because he didn't want to wake me up to put things away in the bedroom.
The kicker? He's voluntarily reading baby books. Anyone who has seen Knocked Up knows how important that is! We were laying in bed the other night and we each had a book, him: Hands Off My Belly, me: The Girlfriends' Guide to Pregnancy. We stopped every now and then to read each other interesting parts.
He keeps telling me how beautiful I look, how much he loves me, and how excited he is for us to have our baby. I knew I married the right guy!
"And where was I before the day that I first saw your lovely face? Now I see it everyday and I know that I am, I am, I am the luckiest" - Ben Folds
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