Why I love my husband:
So, this may come as a shock to most of you, but.. I have an itty bitty independent streak. I don’t know why, and I’m not sure where it came from, but I have a problem ever admitting that I need help. ESPECIALLY from men. If I were hiking and had my arm trapped under a boulder, I would gnaw it off at the joint before I let some male passerby lift the boulder off of me. Why? I DON’T KNOW.
Bryan is so wonderful about helping me when I’m not looking. Instead of asking if I need help, when he knows the answer would inevitably be “No, I’m fine”, he just does it while my back is turned. So if I say something like, “The bedroom really needs some attention,” while we’re getting ready for bed one night, in my head that means: “I know it’s a problem to be solved, and I’ll get to it soon.”
Bryan will hop to it. He won’t ask, he won’t bitch, and he’ll work hard until it’s done. Which is SO awesome, cause that’s one less thing I have to do. Yesterday, we were shopping at Target, picking up things we’d need later that weekend, when I got INCREDIBLY dizzy. I had to sit down on an endcap, for pete’s sake. I took a few minutes to recover, and we went on our way. Rather than have me help him unload the cart, bag the groceries, and do all that jazz, he made me go sit in the deli and wait for him. With my feet up, he specified.
This part of pregnancy is the hardest for my brain to swallow because my body is just physically inable to do everything it wants to do. I can’t bend over as easily, I have to take breaks frequently, and there is a little being inside of me who reminds me when I’ve done too much. (Usually with a swift kick to the kidney.) Bryan picks up the slack before it happens, so I don’t feel like I’m incapable. As silly as it sounds, he gives me some power back by doing this, and it makes it all much more manageable.
He’s a fabulous man, and I am so lucky to have him.