Lee.

**Disclaimer: This post makes me sound really bad. And mean. I blame the hormones and lack of sleep. But it is the honest truth- so please don't judge me!**



Being pregnant is hard work. Women definitely go through A LOT while carrying a precious little life inside of them. Every woman is different in what she experiences, but we can all agree that the woman does a significant amount of the work. (obviously.)

That being said, I also want to add that sometimes I think men don't always get the credit they deserve for the role they play throughout pregnancy. Yes, I got sick everyday for about 8-10 weeks. Yes, I have a really pretty red, blotchy looking rash on my face. Yes, my belly is growing and I am feeling more and more uncomfortable in my own skin as each week passes. But Lee has gone through a lot too. He has to put up with my moods. And those- are not pretty. There are days when I wake up sad. Or grumpy. Or better yet- both. And Lee- my word, he loves me through those awful moments/days.

Monday was one of those days. My mom and sister visited last weekend and obviously, it was amazing. So when they had to leave, I was really, really sad to see them go. As to be expected. But then you throw in these hormones and I seriously ugly cried ALL.DAY.LONG. Lee just kept hugging me, rubbing my back, and he made me feel so loved and comforted.

While I was sick in the beginning, there would be days when my alarm would go off and I honestly didn't know if I had the strength to get up- and go through it all over again. I always wake up first because I usually leave before Lee each morning. One morning, I woke up feeling incredibly tired, weak, and sad. As I was walking to the bathroom to get in the shower I heard Lee say, "I love you with all of my heart!" And I seriously melted. How did he know that I needed to hear that that day in particular?? It made my day, and every time I remember it, I smile and feel so loved, even if it was months ago. While I was waking up in the night (I am not sure why I wrote that in past tense, I am still up at least once or twice every night), Lee would/still does roll over, rub my back and tell me what a great job I am doing.

A few weeks ago, I was having a REALLY grumpy Sunday. I knew I was grumpy- I didn't know why- but mean things just kept spewing out of my mouth. I was aware of it and tried to stop it, and I even decided I would make Lee's favorite dinner that night because poor guy had to put up with me. But even as I was getting ready to start cooking- I was still being so grumpy. I really wanted to watch something I had been waiting for all week and it was starting at the same time I needed to start dinner. Poor Lee just kept telling me he didn't need anything special for dinner- I could make him something quick. But I insisted. Knowing that I was ruining what was supposed to be an act of kindness, I started making dinner and stopped talking so that nothing else I would say could ruin it. As I had my head down preparing the meat, Lee had turned the TV and TV stand all the way around so that I could easily see it while I made his dinner. Honestly? How is it possible for this man to love me so much even through my horrible grumpiness??? Because what he should have done was walked out the door and said "I will be back in a few hours" and gone and done his own thing- away from me. But he didn't. He sat at the counter helping me as I needed it, and showed such love to me. I am still- weeks later- blown away by that.

He is constantly doing things that make me feel loved, beautiful, and like I am doing a good job. I feel like men really do have a hard job too. While their bodies don't change and they don't endure the pain, nausea, discomfort, frequent urination, mood swings, etc. They endure dealing with the person who does have all of those things going on. And they have to not only put up with their hormonal wives, but they also have to make her feel good. On some days, that is no easy task.

I am so blessed to have such an amazing man by my side. Someone who loves me- through the ugly. I love you Lee- even if I may or may not have pulled your arm hair this morning while you were making that awful high pitched annoying sound. You are the best husband and support system- exactly what I need to help me through this. I am so grateful that we get to share in this amazing journey together!