This pregnancy has been hard on me.
It’s so hard for me to admit that. It’s been hard physically, but even more so emotionally. Sometimes I wonder what I got myself into. I definitely wasn’t as prepared for this as I thought I was.
My relationship with The Nerd has not been the best lately. We’ve been really distant from each other; each of us just kind of doing our own thing. He doesn’t understand me; and I just don’t “get” him. It’s definitely been a struggle.
Yesterday, I was lurking on my favorite pregnancy message board when I came across this thread. At first, I felt jealous of these ladies and their stories about their sweet husbands who would do anything for them and their baby. One husband works 60+ hour weeks so his wife can stay home with their children. Another jumps up and cleans the house whenever his wife asks.
I started to go on a pity party and think, “Oh poor me. The Nerd would never work two jobs so I could stay home. I always have to MAKE him clean and pick up around the house.”
It took me a minute to realize that while those things are great, I shouldn’t mourn what I don’t have. I should be grateful for what I do have.
And that’s what this post is about. The little things that make me love The Nerd. He may not be the greatest man on the planet, but he’s the greatest man in my life and I am so thankful for him.
I love, love, love watching The Nerd play with our niece and nephews. When he thinks no one is looking, he turns into this adorable teddy bear who would do anything for those kids. River has him wrapped around her little finger.
Once, when my sister’s family was visiting from New Mexico, he spent HOURS on the stairs playing with Hyrum, making sure he didn’t fall down the stairs.
Up and down and up and down they went. The Nerd never complained, not even once. Hyrum probably won’t remember that night because he was too young. But I always will.
Every time I see him playing with them, I just KNOW he’s going to be the best father.
And that’s all a girl can ask for, right?