Husband of the Year

Well it's a rainy Saturday here in Kaneohe. It hasn't stopped all day which isn't all that common. Usually rain comes and goes throughout the day and we have at least a little spot of blue sky at some point. But in this case the rain started last night around bedtime and hasn't let up yet. I guess there's a reason why it's so green here...And since there's nothing else to do on this rainy Saturday, it sure seems like a good day to have a baby. Alas, doesn't look like it's gonna happen today.

Last night we thought we might be starting something. I was having contractions every 7-8 minutes for the whole two hours that I kept track, and they were more intense than what I'd felt before. I could feel the contraction start and build and peak and then relax again which was actually sort of cool.

I expected to wake up in the middle of the night in full blown labor (maybe even in a puddle?), but instead I slept as soundly as ever and woke up with a relaxed uterus.

I think false labor contractions should be banned. They are such a cruel tease.

Anyway, in lieu of any good baby news today, I thought I'd spend some time bragging about my awesome husband. :)

Last night as we were going to bed and really thinking that this might be it, we were both almost giddy (which, in retrospect should have been a sign to me that it's not the real thing since my demeanor is supposed to change... giggling with my husband probably isn't the demeanor change doc was talking about as a sign of true labor). Anyway, the thought of Scott as a new dad makes me excited and proud and I just can't wait to see him holding our new little daughter. HA! This is what we were laughing about... as he insists that it'll be our little son... We'll find out who's right at some point!

We also talked about how its been hard for him to concentrate at work... what with all the wondering about when we get to meet baby. I said something about how this upcoming week will probably be the worst... he replied that he will never be able to concentrate on work again! That made me laugh. He's gonna be such a good dad.

Today, he packed his bag for the hospital, vacuumed the stairs, dusted the ceiling fan in the baby's room, reorganized the closet (again), and crawled up into a storage space to clean it out. Apparently my husband has the nesting instinct as well. :)

The only thing he doesn't have is the desire to really understand what I'm going through physically, carrying this load around with me 24/7. I've told him over and over that I think he should strap a basketball to his belly and try to surf with it. He's never thought that was such a good idea.

But then low and behold, he got an email from his brother who just recently became a dad for the first time... Ah ha! His brother is showing him up in the empathy department!Doesn't it seem like this should be required attire for all of our husbands?