It’s not always huh hem… It’s rarely ever easy living with this pregnant woman.  The further along I am, the harder I am to live with.  I move about the speed of a snail, my tastes change daily, I constantly forget things,  and when we both get home from work and there are things to do around the house, I have to go lay down.

One morning Dave had jury duty.  He had to leave early that morning and  I just went about my usual morning routine.  At no point did I think about the fact that Dave makes us breakfast every morning.  I walked out of the house without any breakfast at all, just forgot.

All that to say I don’t know what I would do without him.  What is even more amazing is how patient he’s been through it all.  I never hear him complain, he just takes on more responsibilities and supports me.  You might say, “but your pregnant and he knows that.”  True, but it is still taxing to adjust your every day life to accommodate a less mobile, much larger, and more tired wife.  Life’s different and I think we’re both looking forward to both the arrival of Nolan and the return of my activity level.

In honor of that fantastic man I married, I have written him a somewhat elementary poem.  Hope you like it sweety!

Dave you are a fantastic hubby
You always remind me I’m not getting chubby
You make me breakfast and rub my back
And  pick up a lot of my household slack

You’re patient with my decreased libido
And tell me I’m pretty with my big belly ::pause:: o
I’m just getting worse, don’t know what to do
So I wrote this rhyme, to make it up to you!!

Love you ;)

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