Life Ain't Always Easy...

Do you see anything wrong with this picture?..Anything out of balance or unevenly distributed........

.....do you want a clue?.....

....let me rephrase the question: Do you see anything that is fair about this picture?....

This is where Daniel and I lay our heads down to sleep at night. Can you guess which side of the bed is mine? :)

Since I have been pregnant and have become increasingly larger, I have also become increasingly uncomfortable. Side note: ladies, it’s true what the doctors say, “Watch your weight!! You will be uncomfortable if you gain a lot!!” (True Story: I JUST had to get up after typing that sentence because the timer for my chocolate chip muffins in the oven was going off...)

Does honesty count for anything on this blog?!?

Back to the purpose of this post: I have to credit where credit is due, and today my dear friends, that credit is due to my husband. Bless his sweet heart, he has been a champ over the past six months of this pregnancy. He has thoughtfully slept hanging halfway off the bed as I have barked politely reminded him each night to “SCOOT OVER!!” Not to mention, his poor little toes are like ice cubes each night when we get into bed because you know a pregnant woman isn’t going to turn anymore heat on than her hormones have already provided her with. Speaking of hormones, the soon-to-be Daddy D also encourages me not to “end any friendships or make any other big decisions in this mood swing because another one is just around the corner, and he assures me that I will have changed my mind by then,” which keeps me from making many irrational decisions. He has sat through 14 hours of birthing classes, showed up at the doctor’s appointments, held my hand during ultrasounds, rubbed my back when it hurt, scrubbed the toilets and showers for me, let me choose which restaurants to eat at, taken me shopping for maternity clothes and even told me they looked good on me when I came out of the dressing room! I am thankful for his sweet lies:)

So to all you expecting fathers out there, take notes from my man! And to anyone who loves Daniel, pat him on the back and bake him some cookies when you see him please, cause you know I’m not sharing my chocolate chip muffins:)