My Hubby is a Saint

I have to give a lot of credit to my husband. It is easy for the world to see how challenging pregnancy can be for a woman, but I want to give some credit to the unsung hero in this pregnancy, my hubby. While my body is going through some major hormonal and physical changes, he has to hear about them. All the time . . . Though we have been together for almost 4 years now, we have really only been married a few short months. We were just settling into married life and making plans for home improvement projects we wanted to accomplish this summer, when we found out this new addition to our family was going to throw all of our plans out the window.

Now for the rest of the world, this may seem like normal changes in life. You roll with the punches and take things as they come. But, I am not normal. I do not do change well, and I always have a plan. Even my plans have back up plans. My hubby, has come accustomed to lists all over the house, me checking things off, and then making new lists to organize the lists I already have. Yes, I am insane, but at least I recognize it and am working on releasing the vice grip I have on controlling everything in my life. In a funny way, I think he even has come to appreciate my psychosis.

Adding a child into my already hyper structured existence has really thrown me for a loop. The lists have gone out the window, my plans have fallen to the wayside, and my brain is evidently turning to mush. I lectured my hubby for at least a half an hour the other night on why it is important to follow the organization pattern in the fridge and pantry, only to realize that I had put the milk in the glasses cupboard. I was far from perfect before I became pregnant, now I may be certifiably insane, but somehow, some way, Matt loves me more. I don't know how he does it and why he continues to assert that he should be doing more, when I feel like his just not divorcing my insane self is the best gift in the world.

I apologize to all of my family and friends now. I have control issues, it is not personal, and I am sure once the little one gets here, that all of my planning and lists for how to raise this little one will go out the window too. But until then, holding onto some sense of control is stopping me from losing it completely. Take a page from my hero hubby's book. Just smile, and nod, then come up with every excuse possible not to be near me during certain times of meltdown. He says he got a second job to help pay down the credit cards and build a little nest egg for the little one. I can't help but think the extra time away may be for his sanity as well. Either way, he is my hero. He puts up with mood swings, way to detailed updates on my changing physical condition and ailments, and still looks forward to tucking me into bed every night when he gets home.

So to all my friends who are pregnant or married to a pregnant woman now , or have gone through this experience before. I salute you. Ladies, you work, take care of a family and undergo some of the most uncomfortable physical changes a person will ever endure. Gentlemen, you still come home every night. I may be insane, but I am the luckiest crazy person in the world.