Yesterday was an interesting day. Tim and I were up at the ass-crack of dawn so we could take our car to the dealership to get worked on. We ended up having to drop almost $500 dollars. Between the timing belt, labor, the oil change, and an update to the computer system… let’s just say I’m glad we threw our extra tax returns into savings.
We dropped the car off at 8:30 and ended up getting it back around 3. They had one of their drivers (the nicest man I have ever met in my life) drop us off at home and pick us up, we paid them, and then we were on our way. We wanted to do something a little nice for Valentine’s Day so we went to Olive Garden for lunch. I was able to eat the salad and munch on a bread stick, but then LO decided I’d had enough and I took the rest home. We went to the grocery store and then headed home.
Once we were home and everything was put away, I took a bath. The past few days have been really hard on me. I’m exhausted. Not just tired, but completely and utterly exhausted. I’ve been struggling with head aches and body aches and I haven’t been sleeping well. The nausea comes and goes as it pleases and my mood swings have been awful. I want to hide out in a dark cave until the first trimester is over.
After my bath, which was exceptionally relaxing, Tim and I cuddled up with some strawberries and watched Dead and Breakfast. We figured since we were celebrating V-Day on Friday the 13th, shitty horror movies were appropriate. It was hilarious. I ended up falling asleep twice during it, but again… I can barely keep my eyes open on a good day.
After the movie we chatted and snuggled and watched a few episodes of Raising Hope and I was in bed by 11. Tim stayed up and was writing and as I’m laying in bed I’m thinking, “My husband has had sex with me twice since we found out I’m pregnant.” So I put on something cute and tiny and took care of that. ;) Then I went to sleep.
Tim woke me up around 11 this morning with a kiss for me and a kiss for the baby. I stumbled out of bed into the bathroom and had my head in my hands because of the stupid head ache I wake up with every day. Tim tells me to look up. This is what I see:
“My Dearest Chelsea,
You are the most important thing in my life. Not if the house is tidy or we sleep in before work or if we’re doing everything “right”. All of this menial life stuff gets in the way of my most joyous task: to love my wife, in all of the simple and the grand ways. To adore you and learn from you, to help you when you need helping, to be pushed by you when I need pushing. To love together, the high times and the low times, everything in between. To hold you close in bed, to drink coffee with you in the morning, to watch movies with you on a lazy Sunday while we eat Chinese take-out. To hear you sing your favorite songs. Bringing a new life into our world is going to fill it with even more and and awe, more learning and growth. I can’t wait to hear our little one sing.
Happy Valentine’s Day, Baby!
Your loving husband, (And Space Robot)
Tim
P.S.- I hope they get your laugh and your smile.”
THAT is romance. THAT is why I married my husband.
<3 Happy Valentine’s Day.
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