My love (warning: soppy post ahead)

i was going to write a post about how i spent the night on the couch, dry retching with a bowl close by just in case. because really, i'm not up for that much these days and that was as exciting as my day got. but then i remembered that when i first started this blog (pre-pregnancy days), the main point was to write down a list of things for which i am grateful. 

so instead of whingeing and going on about "poor me", (actually, to be honest, i've faired really well in this pregnancy thing thus far. only really had 2 weeks of ms to date and a few bouts of fatigue, but overall, i've been feeling good), i'd like to start talking about the wonderful people that surround and support me.

first up is my absolutely wonderful husband, and if you are reading this joshy, this post is dedicated to you xxx

my darling husband has totally stepped up his game in recent months, and does everything he can to help me out - makes me breakfast every morning when i am in the shower, makes sure we have lots of food/snacks/fruit in the house, gets the hot water bottles ready every night, puts a full bottle of drinking water by the bedside every day. and also comes to every single doctors appointment.

He no longer minds if i get tired and fall asleep during a movie (used to be his pet hate), or if i feel like i have to pull out of something. he's rubbed my back while i've puked in the bathroom, put up with my pregnancy rages which were AWFUL during the first couple of weeks, sympathised when i've complained about feeling sick, and even put together midnight snacks for me when i've woken up at 12, 1 or even 3am proclaiming "i'm starving!". 

Best of all, he's always quick to hug me and not laugh (too much) when I suddenly start crying for silly reasons (like the time we were in the library and I started crying after seeing a little girl about 5 years old sobbing in her mothers arms cos she'd lost her, or when I couldn't find my jeans, or most weird of all - when i laughed so much that tears of laughter ran down my face. and then it turned to sobs and then next thing i knew, i was bawling my eyes out.)

These days, i find myself thinking about what an amazing daddy he is going to be. i always knew he'd be great, even when he doubted himself in the early days (i heard him asking him mum if she thought he'd be a good father, oh bless), but i think he is just going to excel at this new role of his. and this love and pride that i feel when i think of him can sometimes catch me off guard. who knew that after 7 years i could fall in love so much more. and i feel overwhelmed with gratitude for having such a wonderful partner. and then of course, i have to have a little cry. damn hormones.