In my past blogs, I’ve already said so many times that I knew that Kai and I would be great together and that I somehow knew that we were meant to be. It just took a long time coming for us to find each other, but I guess it just took that long for us to be ready for each other. Our pasts just had to happen for one reason or another, but ultimately, all the roads just led to this – to us and the family we have formed over the past three years (almost). However, this is not going to be one of those blogs again. What I really mean to do is sing his praises for being the best hubby to me during this entire pregnancy.
I admit I wasn’t at all that easy to get along with during certain points in my pregnancy. Of course, I’ll blame it on the hormones, but there were times when I was just really emotional and he was often the one whom I yelled at the most. Oh, and I also had my share of crying to. And guess who also had to deal with that? I don’t blame him if at some point he would have thought of giving up on me but he never did. He’s the most patient and understanding person I’ve ever known. Imagine having to put up with all that emotional crap I gave him. That’s a whole lot to deal with. Add to the fact the pressures this pregnancy put on his shoulders – me having to resign from my job, and having to deal with two instances where I had to go on bed rest. Though he’s been a great dad to Zoe and Ziya, it’s not really the same because being their stepdad, he wasn’t around yet when they were born. Ziggy will be his first biological child and so the pressure on him to prepare for this baby was really great.
I am writing this to remind myself in the future of how great he has been to me this entire pregnancy because this might be our first and last baby together. I want Ziggy to know what an amazing Dad he has. One who’s always ready to massage my back when it hurts, who would pester me to take my prenatal vitamins and milk, who would always come with me to each and every visit to the OB-Gyne, who would encourage me to keep eating healthy, who would cook for me, who would take the difficult chores from me, who would always try to soothe me and Ziggy by talking to my tummy, who would try to amuse me by taking my mind off of the dreaded Braxton Hicks contractions. He’s the dad who painstakingly decorated the nursery with all things blue and who fixed things in the house to make it easier for me to get around. For all the things I let him put up with, he’s the hubby who always had a big bear hug to give me when I needed it most…. the one who always holds my hand when I feel the pain. I don’t know how I would have survived this pregnancy had he not been the way he is with me. He’s been amazing since the first time I met him and that has never changed and I am very, very lucky.
HAPPY (late) BIRTHDAY!!!! 🙂
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I enjoyed your blog and am excited for you!!!
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Hope your week is going well!