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Week 31 – This week is my love letter / thank you / I couldn’t do this without you, to Adam. I always heard that being pregnant was hard, that it was draining, that you simply couldn’t do the things you did before and that having a supportive spouse who was willing to jump in and help was important, but I had nothing to base this off. Throughout my pregnancy I have wavered in and out of different levels of neediness, and through it all Adam has had to pick up the slack or provide support when I am lacking.
In the first trimester there were a good 6-7 weeks where I just couldn’t function as I normally had. I felt sick, I didn’t want to cook, I was going to bed at 7pm, I would get dizzy trying to help with yard work (something I’d always been a trooper about helping with), and I spent a few weekends completely couch bound. Uncomfortable, tired, and wondering when I’d feel normal again. Adam was there to make dinners I could stomach, tuck me in at night (even if it was 7pm), get me more water, ask me if I needed something.
By my second trimester I finally felt better and Adam’s role as my caretaker was loosened. I was back to weekend chores, making meals, running errands, basically being a functional human being again. But his role shifted too as he turned to our daughter’s nursery. Having felt not really connected to the pregnancy in the first trimester, in the second trimester he connected with this baby by giving her the best room he possibly could. To start, he designed, built and installed the most beautiful custom closet in her room I’ve ever seen.
He painted her room a beautiful grey, and then painted the most beautiful accent wall feature with painstaking detail. When there was a small issue with the design he spent two more nights after work fixing it so it would be absolutely perfect. When I do her full nursery reveal (thinking early December) you’ll see what an amazing job he truly did. He installed crown moulding along the ceiling (no other room in our house has it, just hers), and refinished and repainted a wall shelf and her changing table topper so they would fit with her room perfectly. He’s hung shelves, pictures, and put together her crib. Each piece bringing his daughter’s room one step closer to being finished. Soon he’ll be able to look her in her tiny little eyes and say, I made this room just for you.
I’ve appreciated all Adam’s done through my pregnancy, but it took getting into my third trimester and watching my body slow that I’ve really begun to appreciate how he’s stepped up. When I found myself writhing in pain from a killer cramp he was there with heat pads, stroking my leg, asking if I needed anything. When my Braxton Hicks were spiraling out of control and I needed to get them to stop to avoid possibly heading to the hospital Adam was fetching water, running a bath, researching anything he could online to help them stop. He’s taken over vacuuming, has been making big batches of food on weekends we can eat a little of now and freeze the rest for after baby comes, taken over the feeding routine for the dogs in the morning, cleans the bathrooms, does the laundry, and is so quick to tell me I’ve done enough and should lay down and rest if I begin to look overtaxed. All the while never complaining, and always asking if I need something. This week he even got his token “my wife is pregnant” cliche card punched when he headed to the store at 8pm to get me ice cream because, well I just needed some.
I’m spoiled. I’m beyond spoiled. Last week when the tables were turned and Adam was down and out all week I fully realized the lengths he’s gone to make this as easy as possible for me. How far he’s stretched himself so that I can focus on growing our daughter, and nothing else.
As we inch closer and closer to meeting our daughter I know I’ll continue to get slower, more uncomfortable, more needy, and I know without a doubt that Adam will be there to help. Be it just listening to me in the morning when I say I had another hard night of sleeping because my hip pain kept me up, or carrying the load of making dinner because work has gotten crazy and I’m working later and later as I wrap up life before maternity leave, he’s got it. He’s cleaning the house, working on projects, putting dinner on the table so I can go to work and grow our baby.
Having a newborn is going to bring on a whole new set of challenges and struggles, and Adam’s shown over the past 31 weeks that no matter what’s coming, he’s got mine and our daughter’s back 200%.
And I couldn’t be more grateful.