Last year I was pregnant on Valentines Day and my husband spent the majority of the day getting crapped on by ornery cows.
Did I mention it was our first Valentines Day as a married couple?
He came home from the dairy covered in cow poop and handed me a single red rose. I got a kiss and he got a shower.
The year before last, we had a lovely day together. I wasn’t grumpy and he wasn’t poopy.
He and I have many lovely days together, so it’s to be expected that somedays wont live up to others.
This time last year, I had my teenaged brother’s friend, a teenager himself, take my maternity photos….on a very cold February day.
I didn’t feel well most days and I was annoyed constantly with everyone around me while I battled migraines, which I never had prior to pregnancy. Even with me barking orders at people, everyone was real nice to my cranky-pants.
I did not however, make myself look slimmer…they were, after all, Maternity photos.
I am thankful I have this good day to remind me pregnancy isn’t all awful, Danny and I plan on more children. I am determined to be a better pregnant woman next time around.
I really, really dislike being sick.
Dan and I really love our first son, it was worth all the inconveniences to us both, plus some.
I got to type this entire post and upload photos one handed, as I’m cradling my sweet, sleeping babe with the opposite arm.
Many Happy Thoughts To You This Weekend – and as my Senior High School English Teacher said every Friday, “make good choices.”