My Husband

Sean. My husband. Dad-to-be. Eager. Scared. But what new dad wouldn't be? I have to say, I would be a little worried if he felt totally ready to be in charge of another life. Its a huge responsibility and he is taking it seriously. I am a lucky lady.

However, he's not exactly Rico Suave when it comes to dealing with his ever-growing, hormone-ridden wife. Granted the man has been under some stress. He was promoted at work and now faces insurmountable responsibility there; we are in the process of selling our house in a dead market; he knows he will soon be the sole provider to a family made up of one big princess and one prince or princess in training; we are preparing to move to Atlanta; and he's married to a Prego. BUT, that doesn't mean he has free reign to lose his filter. Filter, you ask? Yes, filter. Let me just review a couple of my favorite things my husband has said to me over the course of these past 6 months of pregnancy:

1.) My favorite. So I was about 4 1/2 months pregnant and I wasn't gaining any weight. All the books said I should have gained at least 5-10 lbs by then. I was worried, what if things weren't going well in there, shouldn't I be gaining weight? Sean came to the rescue with his even temper and thought.
He says to me, "Steph, you probably aren't gaining any weight because you had excess weight from before that your body is finally utilizing".
WHAT? Are you saying I was fat?!?! Keep in mind folks - I am pregnant and cannot be responsible for my emotions. Yeah, that one is one for the books. Thanks, Honey. I am happy to report I have gained 15 lbs. Apparently I was not morbidly obese after all - there was room for weight gain. Thanks, Sean.

2.) This one happened actually this past week. I am now 24 weeks - almost a full 6 months and let me tell you, Baby Brady is growing. Belly and boobs are in full prego swing! So we were taking our evening walk down Southport here in Chicago and I asked Sean if I was waddling yet. (He would always tell me about the ladies in his office that were pregnant and how they would waddle down the hall around their 8th and 9th months).
Sean's response, "Oh yeah, you are def. waddling. But if it makes you feel better, you only waddle a lot when you go up stairs."
WHAT? Thanks a lot. So I am not even a full 6 months and I am already waddling. Thanks again, Sean.

Despite Sean's lack of a filter, he really is a wonderful husband and is going to be the BEST dad in the world! I do find his innocent comments amusing and I am so lucky to have found a person like him to spend the rest of my life with and raise our children with as well. Plus, he is a bigger fan of the 9pm ice cream run than I am so he definitely has his good points! :)