Here we are, almost 39 weeks pregnant. I am sore, I am grumpy, I know I am needy, and moody and bitchy.

My husband responds immediately during the day to my ridiculous texts about the Constantly growing list of to-dos I come up with. He helps me out and never complains. He works hard, he has not missed one single appointment, and he basically kept his mouth shut during any of my hormonal rants.

He came home the other day, looked exhausted, and had a phone call come in where one of his colleagues was calling him to task for screwing something up. He stood in the kitchen, on the phone, our six year old latched onto him, while holding a spatula in one hand as he was about to start dinner, and proceeded to calmly pretend not to be stressed out and apologize to his coworker and promise to make it right.

I felt Like such a jerk, because I realized in that moment that he isn’t on any sort of vacation, or free time anymore than I am. He busts his ass, absolutely caters to the needs of our home and family and juggles work and events while never complaining.

He gets ZERO time to himself. He is also exhausted.

And now it’s 2:09am and my first reaction upon being up for the umpteenth time tonight was “ugh- he’s just snoozing!!!”

God I’m such an asshole.

Any ideas for a nice date night, or maybe secretly organize a night out for him with a few of his buddies, or something? He really deserves it.