A story of pregnant selfishness

12/12/07
I would just like to say something about my husband. Despite the fact that I am an emotional roller coaster, and therefore sometimes quite livid at him, he really is the best guy ever. Here is a little story to illustrate that point.

First off let me say that previously I took care of everything in the house; meals, cleaning, laundry, dishes ect. Its just how it works. So for the past year Nic has forgotten anything he knew when he was single because, lets face it, if someone else is going to take care of it why cultivate it personally?

Because I haven't been feeling good he has had to help out a lot more. We pretty much don't clean and I still do laundry (although when I do clean he does help) but the food situation is always tenuous. Like I said earlier, we eat a lot of take out. Because I am usually nauseous and almost always hungry I need to eat every 90 minutes or so. Fruit and applesauce mostly.



In this story its a Tuesday night, we are home watching tv and basically doing nothing all evening. On at least 4 different occasions - maybe more - I say in my best whiny voice "Nic could you get ----(insert non-nauseous sounding food here)". So dutifully he gets out from under the blanket, hops off the couch and goes to get whatever my heart pleases. On one rare occasion I am in the kitchen getting myself my little Haagen Daz ice cream and he says from the couch "Could you dish me up some ice cream, please?". I stomp over to the doorway, ice cream in hand, and give him a dirty look. I was planning to dish it up for him, I just wanted him to know how much of a trial it was for me. So he jumps up and runs into the kitchen and insists on dishing it up himself.

Later as I am laying in bed eating the clementine that he got out of bed to go to the cold kitchen and get for me, I realize I am quite blessed. Not only does he do all of these little things for me, but he loves me despite the fact I don't do those little things for him right now.