Bob is my hero! He's just been so incredibly understanding, helping, and loving, especially during these tough times as we're nearing the end of the pregnancy.
He's such a help around the house, with housework, yardwork and taking care of Summer, and making sure I have naps when they're much needed.
He knows I detest sitting still and always have to be doing something but he knows when I'm in need of rest and he makes me go lie down while he hangs with Summer and takes care of chores.
Last night is a prime example. I was up from 12-5am dealing with my itchy arm. You have no idea how mad it makes me. I was so tired but couldn't go to sleep because the itch just attacks me. I sat out in the living room with frozen bread on my arm. Seriously doctors, find a cure that pregnant woman can use to help!!!!! Then I trailed back to bed when I thought it was tame, but it still attacked in little spurts. Then I got heartburn. Bob probably didn't get a great sleep either :( and he got up to get me tums and the re-frozen icepack that I used till it melted the first time I was up. He got back in bed and rubbed my head until I fell asleep. I guess it's just worse at night cuz I'm laying there, doing absolutely nothing to take my mind away from my arm. Through the day, it's not as bad, because I think I have so many things on the go I don't even think about it much.
5am. I'm an insomniac. Didn't even hear Summer wake up this morning....woke up near 10am, realized it was late (for Bob) and got up.
Bob had gotten up with Summer, changed her twice, fed and dressed her, played with her, made coffee, did the dishes....and that's not even a big surprise to me, because he's always like this! It was just nice that he's understanding of my need to rest. I've been an emotional basketcase because I'm going on like, 5 hours average of sleep each night. All because of an arm. One arm. And not even the whole arm....half of it. Half an arm people. Half an arm.
Sigh. And what I love about how Bob wakes up with Summer each morning and baths her each night is, she's just sooo attached to him now! It's adorable. When she was younger, she always wanted me, but now she's daddy's little girl I think. She cries when he leaves the room, her face lights up so bright when she see's him, she loves playing with him, she's actually said "daddy" we think. I love it.
2 blessings and a third one on the way. Am I blessed or what?
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That was a very sweet ode to Bob :) What a good man!!
What's with the itchy arm anyway? I've never heard of that before with pregnant ladies. That must be annoying.
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