I cried over a bag of potatoes and that's why I married the best man ever!

Yes, you read that right. Pregnancy hormones are in full swing! Sunday night I was getting ready to make some delicious homemade mashed potatoes (so much better than the fake stuff and just as easy to make; just a tad more time consuming). Anyway, I opened the pantry door, searched for the potatoes, located them, found that they were over 5 pounds, went to get Scott to lift the potatoes for me, and that's when the water works started. Scott asked if I was okay and my sobbing response was 'I can't life the potatoes!" Scott hugged and told me it was okay and then responded "I'll carry 4.99 pounds and you can carry the rest." We went to the pantry where he proceeded to dig out the potatoes. He separated 1 potato from the rest and handed it to me and let me carry that potato. I felt quite silly. Two people to carry 1 fairly small bag of potatoes from the pantry to the sink to be washed. But that is how great Scott is. He knows I am truly struggling with not being able to lift much and he finds ways to make it so I can.

Then he gets even better! Sunday night I awoke around 2:30 with a horrible stomachache and was not able to get back to sleep. When my alarm went off, it woke Scott up as well. I told him my woes and he just held me until I jumped out of bed and made a beeline for the bathroom. When I was done in there he opened the door and handed me a glass of water. I called in for a sub and crawled back into bed and into Scott's arms where we fell asleep. I slept for most of the day. Scott waited on me hand and foot. Scott left to have lunch with his mom and her husband; when he returned I could hear him tell Trevor "Go wake up Mom and give them to her." The door creaks open and Trevor comes in with a bag a Ginger Snap cookies. He hands them to me, leans his head on the bed and says "more more please" I open the cookies and hand him one. Scott follows Trevor with a glass of water to help wash down the cookies and a dozen roses.

I am so grateful for Scott. The wonderful husband and father that he is. He is being so helpful and making sure that I'm not doing anything the doctor says. He told me "yeah, it sucks that I have to do like most of the housework, but it would suck even more if you got put on bedrest." (Here's the mushy part) He is my everything and I am so glad that I chose him to be my eternal companion.