I admit it's very sweet and all. But, oh my. He's completely lost his mind and common sense after the miscarriage. Here are the following things he's concerned about:
Q.) "Are you even allowed to eat hot dogs? Aren't they deli meat?"
A.) Um... no. I ate them with Mia and Micah and they are (mostly) normal. They are cooked afterall.
Q.) "Are you allowed to clean the bathroom? That's quite a lot of fumes..."
A.) Absolutely not. That shall be your job. And probably while I'm nursing too.
He's also concerned about: excercising, yardwork, everything I eat, drink, breathe, where the seatbelt hits my belly, etc etc etc.
Gracious.
Re: My husband = Pregnancy Police
Have you seen my monkey?
I always thought it was weekly?! lol.
I think it's a must that he handle all cooking too... you know, you're too close to the microwave and that could emit all kinds of gaseous fumes. :-)
oh and nightly foot massages.
Thank you! There wasn't a formal announcement. I kinda snuck it in there. And Happy birthday to your sweet girl! (Per your ticker. I'm terribly afraid it's wrong at the moment.)
And thanks for the evil ideas lady. I'll be trying them one at a time... we'll see what sticks.