Pros and Cons of Pregnancy: Husbands

Ok, before you get all up in arms about the title, hear me out. I will be the first to admit that my husband is amazing. I honestly couldn't have asked for a better one. He himself is not the con - the con is more about me and my wackadoodle sleep (or lack thereof) and how recently it has turned me into the wicked witch of the west.

CON: Woah! Husbands are NOT a Con. However, mood swings and irritability coupled with the fact that I don't get more than 4 hours of sleep at a time have made for some huffy moments in our house in the past week. Many of the things you read will say, "pregnancy can be a challenging time for couples". Up until this week, I totally blew this off. "Whadda ya mean?! My husband is amazing! We're Great!". And he is (amazing) and we are (great). However, something my brother said to me is all coming back to me now. He warned my husband that towards the end, I would turn into a complete beeatch. "There's nothing you can do about it - it just happens." Oh the wise words. The main tiff we had this week had to do with nesting. My husband is usually the one who is pro-organizing things in our house and I reluctantly go along with it. Last Saturday we watched some show on HGTV or the like about organizing and it totally put me in the mood. I went on a TEAR organizing rooms, closets, etc. I don't know if my husband has ever been more in love with me than he was that day. I told him I was nesting and it was a sign of pregnancy.

Unfortunately for him, my organizational spurt was short-lived. The other night he suggested we go through our guest room with the same gusto. UGH. I was not in the mood. I was fine being a lump (with a lump) on the couch. But the man insisted that I nest. UGH. So I stomped into the room and was a complete beeatch while nesting. I believe it culminated in me yelling, "I NEVER ASKED FOR YOUR HELP". Sheesh. Point taken. He left the room and I finished my forced nesting.

Everything got resolved and is fine now but I did feel bad for totally freaking out and he felt bad for "forcing" me to nest. So the con in this post isn't really the husband but the fact that these little spats happen and you have to deal with them. I have tried really hard to recognize when I'm moody and not let it cause me to freak out but sometimes, beatch-i-ness happens.

PRO: As I said before, my husband is a huge PRO in this whole situation. Sometimes he says the cutest things and I totally treasure them, even the comments comparing me to a Somalian child. Here are some of my favorite unprovoked comments:

1. "You are such a cute pregnant woman". AWWWW. Seriously. I wish I would have had some sort of tape recorder in our bedroom when he said this to me randomly as I changed into my pajamas one night.

2. Telling this to a male friend who just found out his wife was preggers "It's really cool when you watch them develop a protective instinct about the baby - Like this whole maternal instinct kicks in". I happened to be standing next to them and I whipped my head around and was like, "really? did I just hear this" Later I asked him about it and he said that around 20 weeks he really noticed my attitude toward the bump change and it was cool. This is something I hadn't thought of but was cool to hear him say.

3. "Yup- that woman's pregnant. She walks like you." Last night as we were heading to the grocery store for our Wednesday night sexiness of grocery shopping during double coupon day, my husband was driving and noticed a woman in our 'hood walking. As we drove past her, he turned around to see that she had a baby bump and said this. I asked, "What do you mean?" because I certainly didn't notice anything about the way she was walking. He said, "You walk different now. Don't worry - you're not waddling but you walk more deliberately, I think, and your gait is just ever so different." REALLY? I did not notice this either. Interesting. I guess he started noticing this on our vacation, about three weeks ago.

4. "Honey do you think we should do a practice drive to the hospital?" He said this to me when we were like 8 weeks pregnant. I had to start laughing because I work in the building right across the street from our hospital. I replied with, "Honey, that's really sweet but I make a practice drive every day on the way to work. It takes 7 minutes to get there." :) He also asked me if I wanted him to run red lights when the time came. I told him no. :)