My 16-17th Week, My Colt & My Dog

Hello everyone! Sorry for the delay in posts! Week 16 was lovely! Colt took me to the beach last Monday. Going to the beach as a pregnant gal is definitely different than going pre-pregnancy. I got a cute bathing suit, that was actually a "normal" suit, but it kind if looked like a maternity bathing suit. I got a brown tankini top that covered my belly, but it was a looser fit so it looked kind of like a maternity top. The bottoms were brown with cream polka dots. We'll see how much longer that fits me! :) My belly is growing by the day it seems like. We were sitting on our blanket at the beach, and Colt said, "I wonder how many people don't realize you're pregnant and just think you have a gut." I can always count on him to say exactly what I'm thinking. I'm actually very thankful for a husband that's so honest. I asked him the other day if I looked like I had gained weight. I think I've gained about 9 lbs. so far (now I'm almost 18 weeks) which is right on Target for what they say I should have gained. I know that question is impossible for a man to answer without feeling uncomfortable. He said, "I'm not answering that because its a cardinal rule of manhood to never answer that question." I told him I didn't care, that I knew that I had, I just wanted to see where he thought it looked like I had gained the most weight. He said, "Well just in your arms...and in your face, and that's it. And in your belly, but there is a baby in there so that's why...and that's it." I started laughing so hard. He said, "What? What did I say?" I said, "Just in your arms and face and that's it. And in your belly, and that's it. Annnnnd in your legs and butt, but that's it.... maybe in your hands and feet, but that's it." We both had a good laugh at that. I'm very appreciative for an honest husband, that makes me feel beautiful , even when I feel my worst!

By the way, I want to give props to all of you mom's out there who are strapping your kids in carseats on a daily basis, in Florida, in the middle of August. I walked from my garage, out to my car in the driveway the other day, and was sweating before I even opened the car door. I can't imagine having to strap a squirmy toddler into their seat before turning on that AC. I guess I'll figure out how you do that soon enough! :)

Now for the mushy stuff...

I've been meaning to write this for a long time, but I keep avoiding it because I want to express my thoughts clearly, and I haven't felt like I had enough time (or patience) to. I think I need to give a "shout-out" of sorts, to Colt and all of the husbands of pregnant ladies out there. When a couple plans to have a baby (assuming its planned), its a 50/50 decision. Both the husband and wife decide when a good time would be to start "trying", decide what goals, or responsibilities they need to take care of before pregnancy, etc. When the woman finally does become pregnant, I think sometimes it can switch gears from a team effort, to a one WOMAN show. Everyone wants to know how she's feeling, how she's doing, is she sick, is she showing, what's she craving etc. etc. etc. All of these questions are fun for women to answer because this is new and uncharted territory for us (and who doesn't like talking about themselves :) ). Once I got over the constant nausea, and I started to think about things other than how I could keep my dinner down, I started thinking about Colt. How would it feel to have a wife/husband who was throwing up 3, 4, or sometimes 7 times a day! I'm sure you know what I'm talking about. It doesn't matter if you have kids. If you're married, and your spouse has ever been sick, you know it stinks for not only your spouse, but for you too! From the beginning of our marriage, Colt and I have always been, not only husband and wife, but pals. Even if we had never hit it off romantically, we would have still been best friends. Just like when you're a child, and your next door neighbor/best friend, was sick, you knew it was going to be a boring day of playing inside by yourself. From about 7 weeks, up to week 12, I was sick as a dog everyday. This meant not having an appetite for anything, so when something sounded tolerable, we HAD to eat that. This also meant falling asleep on the couch almost every night very early, due to exhaustion from work, and pregnancy. During this time, it was very difficult for me to do almost anything since I was working 10 hour days and was very sleep deprived. Colt completely picked up the slack. He did all of the cleaning, all of the laundry, the occasional grocery shopping trip, and A LOT of listening to me complain! Its true that you learn more and more about your spouse as you meet every new stage of life together. In our two years of marriage, we really haven't had any life changing milestones. I don't want to say that I have LEARNED so many great things about Colt in these last 17 weeks, because I always knew he was a good man, and a great partner, but I've been continually reassured of his unique character. He has been nothing but caring, considerate, selfless, and more than anything, he shows me love, everyday. Throughout this pregnancy, I've been reminded time and time again, what a rare friendship, and relationship I have with Colt. I never expected marriage to be this fun and truly easy. If there's one thing I want our baby to know that I'm thankful for, besides my relationship with God, and the family that has brought me to know and love Him, its my relationship, and marriage to Colt.

I hope you all know, the purpose of this post is by no means to boast about my life, or relationship, but to express my true feelings, as I'm feeling them, to our baby, my husband, and friends who know my motivation behind this blog. Anyway, thanks for reading everyone! I should have more to update you with after our ultrasound this week!!!

P.S. Colt and I babysat for Sawyer Murphy (Peter and Lauren's new baby) tonight for a little while, and Moe was and SO JEALOUS and desperate for attention! He'll need to get over that quick! We still love him though.