I would like to take this opportunity to thank my husband.
This man has been a saint through this pregnancy. He was there when I took the test (OK, he was sleeping in the next room, but he was notified 2.4 seconds after I saw the two lines), he was there when we thought there was not going to be a baby (and he said all the right things), he was there for the debilitating sickness (and he felt appropriately horrified for me) and he's been there for all my doctor appointments (he has witnessed a pelvic exam, albeit, from behind my head).
The other night? He went to the store at midnight so I could have bottled water the next morning. Last week? He brought me flowers for no reason. Last night he indulged my want of cheeseburgers on the grill and even though he did not want cheeseburgers on the grill, he went and bought the makings so I could have them.
Sure, he has pissed me off. I even told him to just stop talking because I could not stand the sound of his voice. He has silly ideas about the placement of the new fridge in the new kitchen.
IT'S NOT GOING IN THE CLOSET, GIVE IT UP.
But he is always there. He always listens to me bitch. And he always gets me smoothies when I want them.
What more could I ask for?