Husband, bless his heart, is doing the very best he can with me being pregnant.
He rubs my shoulders nearly every day when I come home with tension headaches.
He nuzzels my neck when I tell him now not pretty I feel.
He has given up one of his extra pillows.
He rubs my tummy when it hurts.
He has complimented me on my throwing up skills.
He has stopped complaining when I announce at 8:30 pm that it's almost time for bed.
He does his best to keep me calm.
He's a good husband.
And that's why it cracks me up that everyone everywhere is offering him advice. The EXACT SAME advice.
Mostly it comes from women, but there have been several men who've said it, too.
They all pull him aside and say, "Just let her eat whatever she wants."
Because apparently that's the secret to keeping a pregnant woman happy and therefore, keeping Husband happy.
But they say it as if Husband is standing by the fridge with a whip or a horse crop.
NO COOKIES FOR YOU! THWAP.
YOU WANT ANOTHER HANDFUL OF PEANUTS? THWAP.
LEMONADE? I DON'T THINK SO! THWAP.
1 comment:
Isn't it great! "Oh, the baby wants chocolate peanut butter pie, the baby wants a double cheeseburger with fries and a shake." I'm totally guilty of that!
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