My loving husband

This is a little snippet of a conversation that H had with one of his patients at work today. He came home and bragged about it, so I had to come on here and brag about it, too. He really is the best husband that has ever lived.

60 yr. old patient, recovering from liver transplant: "So, what's your primary job?" (meaning, in the hospital)
H, my loving husband: "Taking care of my wife."
Patient: "Well, you must really be in love."
H: "I really am."

I mean, seriously, does it get any better than that? :)

The wardrobe and the forgotten video

Little H is acquiring quite the wardrobe these days. In fact, I've been put on clothes-buying probation because I'm getting to a point where I can't stop myself....there are so many adorable outfits!! I've limited myself to about six or seven so far, and we've gotten a few as gifts, but they are all so incredibly precious, I just can't wait to see him in them. Oh, and they look so cute hanging in his closet:

This is the latest addition to the wardrobe, it's a cute little onesy with a hood on it, and it says "3 Little Monkeys". I LOVE IT!And here are the two gift outfits. The one on the right is from my grandparents, and it has a little wolf on it, and the one on the left is from my Dad and Lillie, and it has two little doggies on it, one little and one big, just like little H's sure-to-be-pals, Rocky and Nacho. How grown up will little H look in these outfits!!

The last thing I wanted to post was the video we took when we were having the ultrasound done a little over a month ago. I know, it's been a long time coming, but I kept forgetting that we had it, and so I never posted it. It isn't that long because the ultrasound tech wouldn't let us video the entire thing (legal reasons or something), and even though she said we could film the part when we found out the sex, we noticed it on our own before she got to that part, so we sort of missed the opportunity to film it...that's why the video is sort of dishonest. Either way, here it is, so you can share in our moment of happiness, even it was a bit after it first happened:

What's a girl to do?

Things have been getting a bit rough for me lately, especially in regards to certain "grooming" tasks that I've, ironically, always resented, but am now losing the ability to perform. Specifically: shaving my legs. That's right. I shaved last week for what might be the last time until I have little H in my arms. I'm looking pretty skanky now, and so I might give it a try today, but chances are it'll just frustrate me....but I'll do it anyway. Yes, one more last hoorah. The leg-shaving thing doesn't really bother me that much (I mean, the truth is that I have found myself wasting birthday wishes on "finding a way to never have to shave again") except that I'm wanting to swim, and although I doubt the hordes of old women and men who hang out in the pool area of the gym will be concerned with the hairly-legged pregnant woman in the next lane, it does make me feel a bit embarrassed. And to add to it all, I have officially had to lose the wedding rings. I didn't think that would bother me, but it's interesting: a few weeks ago H and I went to grab some take-out at one of our favorite breakfast places (they have AMAZING sweet potato waffles!) and I was in a pair of sweats and a tank top, looking pregnant as ever, with no wedding rings on (because they don't fit). H stepped out for a minute because the lobby was really packed, and just as he left, this old couple walked in and stood right next to me. I felt like they were staring at me, and I sort of leaned back a bit to check it out, and sure enough, this cranky old woman was staring right at me. I looked the other way and craned my ear to hear their conversation, only to hear her talking about how awful my shoulder tattoo was. I kind of chuckled, because it seemed pretty old-fashioned. Then, surprisingly, she said something to the effect of "and look at that, she's not even married". WHAT?!?! Do people actually look for rings?!?! Are people that petty and judgemental?!?! It really kind of shocked me, but I have to admit that as H walked in, I called out to him "hi loving husband!" and gave him a big kiss on the cheek, just to rub it in her face. He, of course, was still wearing his ring. I should also admit that I am now wearing a larger ring on my wedding-ring-finger, just in case any other cranky old bag dare make a comment. It's stupid, I know, but somehow it really upset me. So honestly, what's a girl to do? I already feel bloated as ever, I'm starting to waddle when I walk, I'm noticing the occasional toot slipping out in public, and now I have to walk around unshaven without my wedding rings? If it weren't for H telling me how beautiful I am all the time, I might be acquiring some serious self-esteem issues. And I thought pregnancy was supposed to make a woman feel beautiful.
Boy, did I get that wrong!