In case you’ve somehow missed the memo: I am now the home to babyG, who will be with me for quite a while until s/he’s ready to be with all of us. Happy Thanksgiving!
We love babyG. The amount of time that passed between me knowing I was pregnant and Husband knowing I was pregnant was about 30 seconds, the time it took me to travel between rooms. Then I ceremoniously, with great fanfare and forethought, said “So… I’m pregnant”. We’ve had a lot of time to digest that happy news in the meantime but things are still a flutter – by which I mean, in slight chaos, or at least different from the norm.
I like cooking. Or…I did. Now it’s kind of a love/hate relationship. I like the science of cooking but I’m not a fan of all the foods I used to be, and some of the smells that come out of foods…it just ain’t working. I loved oatmeal. Now I’m lucky if I can handle a frozen waffle for breakfast, on the days that breakfast is something I’m allowed. Yesterday we discovered that occasionally morning sickness knows no bounds of time. Wheeeee!
But this isn’t about that. This is about the absolutely wonderful security and joy in having a husband, a partner, a roommate-for-life, who is taking it all in stride. The days I can’t make dinner? “It’s okay babe, I can fend for myself”. I promise to make zero judgments on the quality of such fending. We’ve discovered I can give cooking instructions from the futon. We’ve discovered that some days, Special K is literally the thing I can eat for dinner and it’s okay that Husband doesn’t feel like joining me in my rice-cereal-addiction. We’ve discovered that the pattern of “wife comes home, wife whips up a meal consisting of meat/vegetable/starch” is a little…off…right now, on some days. And that ice cream is really, really nice.
Outside of the food world, there is a whole host of other topics that we’re discussing – dealing with – pondering – because life is changing. That’s okay – we fully expected life to change when we got married, after all, it’s a pretty big deal. I used to think Big Life Changes (capitals required) were Really Scary Things and All Sorts Of Overwhelming. But you know what? I was wrong, at least in some respects.
I wouldn’t have married Husband if I didn’t know how great he was – trust me, I married him because I knew it was the exact right choice by all measures, and one I’m very glad I made, while being very glad that he agreed in regards to my greatness. 😉 But life throws these changes at us, and sometimes we have no idea how to react, or how we will react. Heck, I didn’t know how to react, and somedays, I still don’t know how to react. (Note: I didn’t cry when I first discovered the double pink line. I’ve cried a lot since). Yes, married life can be a little overwhelming, and there is so much we don’t know about the future and what it all entails. But goshdarnit, something I do know, is that I married a really, really, good man and every day I thank God that He helped us put it all together.