Since the start of the morning sickness, the flatulence, the burping, the cravings, back aches and swollen ankles there has been just one person who has been with me through it all, taking my whining and complaints in stride and that is my husband. I admit that I have not been a very happy camper and I make it known (loudly). My husband has had to endure extreme temperature changes in the house to appease my hot and cold flashes, 2 a.m. trips around the city to get me frozen yogurt and me waking him in the middle of the night (on a work night) just to watch me eat a sandwich because I didn’t want to eat alone. And I’m realizing now that I hardly (if ever) say thank you. I am growing and nurturing a child inside of me (which I remind him of constantly) but my husband has been dealing with a lot of changes too. I realize that I take him for granted. I’ve been sitting here thinking of all of the things that I don’t have to do because he does them for me, and has been doing most of these things even before I was pregnant. I don’t know when the last time was that I emptied the trash, changed a light bulb, moved a piece of furniture or cleaned the litter box. My husband has done all of these things throughout our relationship, while constantly telling me how beautiful I am and he never complains. I don’t think there is a gift good enough or a card big enough that could ever tell him how much he means to me. I look at him and all of my fears dissipate. Our daughter is going to have one amazing man to call daddy.
