Sometimes I know I have the best husband in the world. He always smiles and gives me a kiss when he gets home from work. He helps with the dishes more now that my belly gets in the way. He is an excellent father and our son adores him. He gives baths and is taking over bedtime to prepare for when baby arrives. He is taking care of calling the refinance lenders. He tells me I look attractive to him in my pregnant body. He works hard all day and still has energy to help me in the evening. I could go on and on and on.
Sometimes I think I’m the luckiest, most blessed woman in the world because he’s mine. I love him so much.
But sometimes, I complain a bit about how my body hurts and it seems like this baby will never come and he says, “It’s not even your due date yet, honey.”
And it takes every ounce of self control in me not to punch him in the face.