I’m pretty sure Jon was in a state of shock when I brought home these 80’s style pants. He was all, “Floral…? Floral maternity jeans?”
You better believe it, buddy.
Then when I paired them with a striped shirt AND WORE IT OUT OF THE HOUSE I expected him to walk ten feet behind me and pretend he didn’t know who I was. But I’m carrying his child and all that jazz, so he sucked it up and walked beside me.
And on another husband related note, I was telling him how I woke up in the middle of the night with a horrible charlie horse (a common joy during pregnancy) and decided instead of focusing on the pain I would breathe through it like we’d been learning in our birthing class.
“And that’s just pain. Contractions are pain with a purpose” Jon says, reciting back our teacher’s favorite line.
“That’s very true” I said, “But if you say that to me while I’m in labor I will have to slap you.”