Guy and little Ellie, 2005
Today our midwife, Claudette, came for our prenatal. Because of a time mix up, Guy was almost not able to make it, but he managed the 40 minute drive home to be with me at the home visit, then jumped in the car to go all the way back to work (his third trip of the day) for a one o’clock meeting. On his way back, he called to tell me something. When signing off, I said, “Thanks for coming all the way home for the appointment.” His support has always meant so much to me.
“I wanted to be there.” He replied.
It washed over me that he is more than a supportive husband and father. This is his life. It isn’t just happening to me (selfish female way of thinking, I know, but that’s where I have been way too often). His family. His wife. His baby on the way.
Guy is the type of man who gets irked when he hears other men say they are “babysitting” their kids. “It’s not babysitting. It’s called parenting!” he says.
I get to have another child with this cool guy. Lucky me.
(there I go making it about me again!)
P.S. Baby was great, measuring 18 weeks at only 16 weeks gestation and with a gogeous, spectacular heartbeat. The kid has talent already.
P.S. I have been tickled to see on my map a few folks who check into my blog everyday (and you aren't even related to me!). So I think I will say hello to one each day.
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