Week 26: Courage Under Fire

Since I have spent most of this blog saluting the trials that I have endured, I would now like to recognize the facts. This pregnancy is impacting Dave just about as much as it is me. Well, it seems that I have made sure of it. My husband is an incredibly patient and turn-the-other-cheek kind of person, especially with me, and I would like to recognize him for it. There should be some kind of award for good husbands who survive nine months of pregnancy. Some days, like this weekend, I am so humbled by my own behavior that I just want to hide.

Yesterday at church somebody asked Dave how he was doing with my pregnancy and he said, "I'm just trying to get through this." It came out like a joke, but I think there was a bit of truth in the comment.

After an attempt to explain my irrationality and to apologize he simply said, "Well, you're having a baby."

Thank you so much.