Celebrating my husband

In honor of our 5 year engagement-versery: I've heard women state how much it bothers them when their husbands say "WE are pregnant". I disagree. Jason has never said those words, but I know this has been a team journey from the start. To say I couldn't have done this without him is not only slightly comical, it's a massive understatement. Over the last couple years on our journey to become parents he has been my rock. For every symptom or side effect I have felt through our loss, our dream and challenges to conceive, and this pregnancy he was there to support me. From bringing me a bottle of wine to cry it out, a romantic card on the kitchen table to come home to after returning to work acknowledging how hard of a step that was post loss, a cold wash cloth for my head when morning sickness tried to kill me, getting multiple flavors of toothpaste since they all wanted to make me loose my cookies, taking apart the sink plumbing because I clogged it from being sick....again, a pregnancy pillow to sleep with even though it leaves him with 5% of the bed, surprising me with a babymoon to the location of my choice, making me whatever food I want including buying almost all of produce junction's stash to make me smoothies so maybe something would stay down, driving to all the ice cream areas around... The list goes on and on. With our bumps in the road, he protected me. Not being able to vacuum, do laundry, cook, etc sounds like a dream come true but it's been a nightmare for the girl that can't sit still. Jason has taken over for me and continues to guide me back to the couch when he sees me trying to help. He lovingly says he's going to glue my ass there.  He kept up with our house, our yard, our zoo, all while multiple visits to me in the hospital, completing the baby's nursery, maintaining the pool (floating...the one thing I'm allowed "to do"), doing the food shopping, and still working. He did this with a very hormonal, upset wife spewing venom to be so out of control. (This may explain why when he had an ear infection he had me sit on the infected side...clearly tuning me out lol). Every time I get frustrated and say I'm angry that I can't do anything to get ready for our baby he reminds me "you're cooking our baby, that's plenty."  I couldn't have done what he's done. To me, WE are pregnant. Because I surely wouldn't still be without him. I may be the only crazy lady who isn't enjoying being told to lay on the couch with my feet up, but I wasn't crazy when I chose Jason as my better half. I picked the best baby daddy in the world and we haven't even met our Monster baby yet. I believe I said "are you serious?! Yes!!!" five years ago, today I say "hell yes, over and over and over!"  ❤️ due: 8/19 with our rainbow