I hate when he works sundays, sundays are always breakfast day. Cuddle day. Spend time with the growing little boy in my belly day.
But one sunday a month I have to sit here and enjoy the cool breeze in our room by myself. I have to occupy my time with tiny laundry, netflix, idle conversations, showering & naps.
I’m allowed to complain all I want to. It’s hard letting those bright eyes, dark curls and that soft skin out of bed when all I want to do is feel his hands on my bump (the baby made SUCH a thump for him last night.) and talk about where we’re going to go for hashbrowns, and coffee adventures.
I’m a sad little miss.
Woken up by the boy telling me he’s nauseated at 4am…
And here we are 5:30 am, I’m washing bed sheets & clothes, keeping him on a water/cracker/ginger ale rotation and we’re laying on our bare mattress and pillows, under a snuggie, sideways. Any guesses what happened there?
His temp is normal, thank goodness, but maybe now he’ll listen to me when I tell him I know he’s getting sick.
I’m wide awake now, my mom-to-be reflexes went into overdrive, which is surprising because I absolutely HATE when people vomit. It goes through me like knives and automatically makes me do the same. I held out pretty well all things considered. (Minus the fact that we ate one of the same things for dinner and every time I burp a little -as being pregnant makes me do a lot more often- I can taste it and therefore can smell everything all over again. So gross.)
He’s almost asleep, I think. He’s incredibly pale still. Looks like a sad little boy.
I’ll take “things that break my heart” for $200, alex.
Our first valentines day. <3
When we went to have dinner at my dads, we were all done up. I wore a dress and pretty earrings and he had a red polo on with his usual skinnies.
This is how I like us best. Freshly showered, snuggled and being stupid. Just being together and being us. There’s nothing better in this world.
The shirt I have on is the shirt I got from the Batman movie preview, the night we told all his closest friends that we’re having a baby. Every time I wear this that’s all I can think of.
Life is beautiful. <3
My boyfriend is buried under the blankets, still asleep and his curls are sticking straight up in the air over it.
Half adorable human boy, half adorable baby hedgehog?
I’m trying so hard to let him sleep in til noon since it’s his day off. I don’t think that’s going to happen. I just want to jump on him and nom his face.
Abe just looked at me and said “I’m so lucky to have a girl like you”
I asked why, and he said “I don’t know, I just feel that way when I look at you.”
If any girl would like a clone of him, I’m working on it. I feel like the world needs more super-sweet, hard working, talented men/great dads-to-be. Might cost ya a hefty fee though.
The Postal Service, The Gaslight Anthem and Death Cab will always and forever make my heart swell now.
Any of those three may have been on when my child was conceived. They’ve been there for so many kisses, touches, longing gazes and feelings.
Recycled air by the postal service just came on and my little hairs stood on end. It makes me think of darkness, heartbeats and breathing.
And my darlings pretty eyes.
The only other album that will forever make me melty is Damnesia by Alkaline Trio. We played it on our first date, when his car was still noisy and I was shaky, almost speechless and completely flustered.
Oh, memories. <3
What does my hubz-to-be want for valentines day?
Some sexytime and a new sweater.
Thank you, boyfriend gods.
Edit: Also he made sure to stop for my salt and vinegar chips & Nantucket nectars juice on the way home because I’m ridiculous and crave these things at almost 10:30 at night thanks to the beautiful kid growing in my belly.
So much love. I’m gonna smooch his face all up when he gets home.