Sweet Husband

3/10/13 - 9 weeks 6 days

I have the best husband. He's been so sweet to me! Today in the car I was complaining about how I've been craving all this junk (Peeps, my utter weakness around Easter time; queso dip; Ramen) but I need to do better eating good stuff for the baby. He told me to eat as many Peeps and as much queso dip as I wanted because I needed to start gaining weight anyway! Score! (I am still trying to eat healthy.)

Of course, this is also the man who will walk through the room as I'm eating (for the 12th time that day) and make Jabba the Hutt noises at me, but he just likes teasing me and making me say things like, "I'm going to throw this spoon at your head!" It's just part of the job description.

Tonight we were at a friend's house for a few hours for dinner and games and such. (I made fabulous cookie dough truffles that everyone loved, btw.) Matt's been keeping his motorcycle in this friend's garage over the winter, but since the weather is getting so much nicer, I drove the car home and Matt rode his bike home. I got back first to find Sune, our dog, FREAKING OUT. One of the smoke detectors was out of battery or something, and that high-pitched beep it makes to tell us really bothers her sensitive doggie ears. I cleaned up stressed-out dog poop up downstairs, then stepped in pee on my way to turn on the bedroom light upstairs. I unplugged the carbon monoxide detector first, thinking that was it. Well, that made it give a horrible, nonstop shrieking noise, so I plugged that back in fast. I couldn't see where a battery would go in it, but then I heard the beep again. It was one of the smoke detectors, so I climbed up on a chair to try and get it down. I pulled it off the mount, but I couldn't get the dang battery door open! I stood there tugging and (sorry) cussing at it a little. All the while, the panicked dog was skittering and panting away below me.

At that point, Matt walked through the front door. I yelled, "Honey! Help me!" and he hurried upstairs. While I comforted the dog, or tried to (and tried not to gag because her panting dog breath was aggravating my "morning" sickness), he checked all the things that could be beeping. I also told him about cleaning up the poop and pee. He got it sorted out eventually (we need new batteries and kept everything unplugged that could be unplugged until tomorrow, so hopefully there's not a fire tonight!) and I went downstairs with Sune and my laptop. After a minute, he called downstairs, "I'm sorry you had to deal with all of that, Sweetie. I got home as fast as I could!" I told him it wasn't his fault, I was just frustrated and somewhat grossed out. He was still really sweet and kind, promising to fix it all up tomorrow.

My back has been tweaked and he said to absolutely go to a chiropractor if it's not better soon, or even get a massage if that will be better. He knows I'm tired and lets me nap, and he doesn't care if we have leftovers or frozen pizza or something lame for dinner because I'm just too tired to cook something better. I only have about 3 pair of pants that fit right now, so as soon as we get paid again, he wants me to go shopping!

This may, perhaps, stem from The Christmas Tree Incident last winter. When I was 9 or 10 weeks pregnant last year, I took down and packed up the fake Christmas tree. I was a little ticked off at Matt about not helping me, so I was grumbling as I did it all myself. Then I couldn't get the second tier unattached from the third one. I stood there yanking at it for a while, getting more and more upset. I don't remember all the details, but it ended with me sitting on the floor, half the tree in my lap, sobbing and yelling rather incoherently at Matt, who had at that point come down the stairs. He was laughing at me a little, which didn't help, but he came and sat beside me and put his arms around me and apologized for not helping. Eventually I calmed down, and he helped me finish putting the tree away. Hormones, man.

So maybe he's just desirous of avoiding another Incident like that. Heh. Either way, he's been really lovely lately, and I'm so thankful for him. I read all these horrible stories on Babycenter.com about women's husbands or boyfriends not wanting anything to do with them now they're pregnant; saying they'll leave them; being impatient with their hormonal crying; not sticking up for them to their families; etc. etc. etc. I'm so glad Matt's going to be this precious baby's daddy. He will take such good care of it.