I wanted to wait until we got back from Austria to share this news. I really, really did. I had it all planned out and everything: Matthew and I were going to share an album entitled "Baby's First European Vacation" with pictures of me and my bump (that will have hopefully arrived by then!) to break the news to the Facebook world. And then, after running to the store deli to get dinner tonight (Matt's working late for release and I didn't feel like cooking), I saw my half of the dinner he cooked last night packed away and waiting for me. He didn't mention he'd made it or I would have saved myself a trip to the store. In fact, as I was sitting here thinking about it, he hasn't mentioned a lot of things he's done lately. Like, an embarrassingly large amount of things. Various chores and housework that he has done faithfully and (almost entirely) without complaint by himself that I have been too nauseated or tired to help him do.
My first trimester is almost over (praise the Lord!!!) but while I was in the thick of it, most nights after work all I had the energy to do was crawl into bed almost as soon as I got home and hope that maybe, just maybe, I would feel better tomorrow. I lost 12 pounds, mostly because I spent more time than I care to think about sitting on the bathroom floor wishing I would fall asleep and not wake up until I had a cute, snuggly baby in my arms. And during all of this, Matthew was there with a glass of water, a hug, a tissue, whatever food I felt like I might be able to eat that day, or anything else that I could even think I needed. He hasn't uttered a single complaint about my total lack of desire to even think about eating dinner with him (no desire to eat) nor about my requesting that we push clearing out what will be the nursery or some necessary yard-work until the totally unknown date when I actually feel like myself again. He has been my rock through what has been a rather trying period for me.
If there was any doubt that he would be the world's greatest, most amazing father (there wasn't), it has all been blown away by the things that he has done these last 13 weeks. He has been completely selfless in every way. I'm definitely not always the easiest person in the world to live with, and I've probably been about 100 times worse as of late and still Matthew has done everything in his power to make sure that his cranky, tired, frustrated bride was a little (or a lot) less of all of those things.
Now that I've gotten my nomination for Husband/Father of the Year out of the way, here's the fun stuff:
- Our due date is January 25th
- We aren't going to find out the sex
- We affectionately call the baby Gummy Bear (because that's what babies look like in ultrasounds when you're not very far along)
- My midwife tells me that Baby is definitely getting his or her exercise in. (Apparently you can hear movement on a fetal doppler? Amazing stuff!)
- Pregnancy brain is definitely a real thing. Just FYI.
I can't think of anything else, so I'll just end this here for now.
