SCORE

You know, I'm pretty sure there comes a time in every young woman's newly married life where she thinks to herself "I married the very best man in the entire world". But, well, I really did. I mean, really. Blair is the best. In my head, he's better than you would ever know.

I mean, there are lots of reasons. There really are. I would like to title this post "Score". :)

• So as far as getting sick goes, it's gotten better. I've been really tired and there are still some things that trigger my stomach and make me vomit. One of these, is dishes. I don't know what it is, I think part of it is that our kitchen is so small and contained that if there are ANY food particles in the dishes it just makes me crazy. So SCORE one, Blair ALWAYS does the dishes for me. And if I look at him and say "They made me sick, if you do anything today, please do dishes." He does it. I feel bad sometimes, because he works hard and work has been iffy for me for a while. So on top of my husbands 40+ hours, he takes care of me. 
• SCORE two, we were talking about when Baby Ellie comes in June (possibly July) and I confessed something that I'm a little worried about. We like to sleep a lot. We go to bed early, Blair gets up early and we just really like the way we get to sleep a lot. So with a new baby...sleep kinda....well, it just doesn't happen. There is no set schedule. There is no bed time. There is no system. At least not a little while. When I told Blair that I was worried about this, this man...Oh this man, he says "Maddie, it's not a big deal. I'll stay home with you two as long as I can, and when I go back to work, we'll make it work. We'll nap when we can. If you have to wake up in the middle of the night with her, and you need me to be awake with you, tell me. If you don't, it's ok. Just don't tell me to go back to sleep and then wake me up because you found out you did need me. I'd rather just be awake with you."
  I'm not sure he knows how much that meant to me...
• SCORE three, he loves talking to Ellie. It's hysterical. We've gotten to that fun point where she moves and wriggles. I can tell you the exact times that she gets excited, and there are certain places that she gets excited about. The other day though, Blair put his face right down close to her and talked and she freaked out. Baby knows Daddy's voice. I consider that a huge SCORE.
• SCORE four, he massages my back. I got the best birth ball from a friend and I sit on that sucker like its my job. I had a moment yesterday when I got real nauseated and I knew I needed to take a medicine before things got out of hand. Sometimes, it's hard, because it tastes bad, and I have to be very careful when taking it. Blair sat in there with me and rubbed my back while I tried to swallow it down. Labor is gonna be a breeze with him there. 
• Now we come down to SCORE number Five, he let me order Chinese food last night. :) 

I'm part of these groups on the Facebook that talk about HG and how they deal with their sicknesses. Some of them talk about how they don't have super supportive husbands...and I don't know how they survive. Never once have I felt like Blair wasn't there for me, or that he doubted how I felt about my body. Never once has he made me feel bad for not being able to work as much, and never once did I doubt that he was excited about his daughter. Sometimes, now, he just looks at me and smiles. She's getting so very big and moving so so so much. Every little noise I make he wants to know why. 

It's just...we've learned a lot this pregnancy. We've learned a lot about each other, what we want, and don't want. I've learned a lot about myself and about how to let people love me. 

And Blair...man...someone give the man a cold beer. He's winning.