I love my husband.
And if possible, since getting pregnant, I've grown to love him even more.
Being a whiny, hormonal lady has this miraculous way of bringing out your significant other's true colors. And boy, my man is shining brilliantly these days.
|Unrelated, but my cute gypsy boy also plays the drums on occasion ;)|
Take for instance our phone conversation this evening on my way home from work. I have a one hour commute, so I usually call him when I get off to occupy myself for a bit. Anywho, on this particular evening, I had spent my entire 10+ hour working day wearing a bra that I mistakenly thought my preggo monster boobs could still fit into. Did I mention the word, "mistaken?"
My back has been hurting me a lot these past couple weeks and today during my lunch break I realized I was sitting all slumped over which could perhaps be contributing to my sore back. I already have terrible posture as it is, but it seems like the combined weight of aforementioned monster boobs and my ever-growing belly continues to weigh me down.
Our conversation this evening was focused on this newly realized epiphany and went something like this:
Kaity: I'm like Quasimodo!
Chuck: But you're the prettiest Quasimodo in the whole world!
Kaity: And you're my Esmeralda!
Chuck: That's right, I'm your gypsy boy and I'll play my tambourine and shake my gold coins for you.
This guy cracks me up.
And everyday he somehow makes me love him more.