I walk past a mirror or into a counter or I drop something...AND my belly is unrecognizable or in the way.
Sometimes I giggle (because it is hilarious looking).
Sometimes I cry (because it is HUGE and strange looking).
Sometimes I smile (because it's baby Aiden in there).
Rarely I forget about my new, strange belly.
I just love my husband because...
The other day he came home from work early with a migraine, and as I was helping into the bath, he says, with the saddest face,
How am I supposed to take care of Aiden if I can't even get in the bath by myself?He made me laugh out loud (and I felt bad because he was in a lot of pain), but he was just so cute and just so serious. It also made me think about all the times I've thought the exact same thing:
- While throwing up uncontrollably for 5 months.
- When I was so exhausted (from barfing), that I could barely shower standing up.
- When my house stayed a complete disaster for weeks.
- When my husband had to cook meals for himself! (enter slight sarcasm here)
I showered, laughed at my bare belly when I got out, and got kicked in the ribs several times from Baby Aiden.
I just love my husband.
I just love my strange belly.
and I just love my first human child that likes to do somersaults at 4 AM.
From this day forward,