Pregnancy is a time when a husband really has to step up to the plate with encouragement and compassion and mine has:

-Hugging his wife who is crying for really no apparent reason and at a completely inconvenient time.

-Taking his wife out to lunch on a weekday because she was finally able to identify what she has been craving and it is a cheeseburger from Red Robin with all the gooey fixings.

-(Willingly) carrying heavy or bulky items and moving furniture in preparation for not one, but two new babies.

-Spending Saturday and Sunday shopping for bunk beds and then taking us out for ice cream after we made our purchase.

-Taking extra turns in tucking the girls into bed and remembering to refill the humidifier because his wife is just too tired and didn’t even ask him too.

I apologize for such a sappy post – let’s blame the hormones.

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