The Hunger For More
Almost three months into our pregnancy, and it appears that baby is making my wife far less tired and a lot hungrier. Snoring has been traded in for baked potatoes and pizza, which are two of the baby’s favorite food selections in recent days.
She is still frustrated with awkward eating patterns, particularly because she doesn’t believe in such thing as eating for two. Somewhere along the line, she heard that the “eating for two” term was just a myth. On my side of things, she’s eating for about four, and I don’t mean that as a slight, but as a testament to never having seen anything like it before.
And strangely enough, being the ordained chef and snack gofer of the house has drawn me closer to her. Attempting to be a cook and a butler has given me new perspective on the energy that she put into making our house presentable. It’s certainly not an easy task, and it’s only going to get harder as the months go by. But I now realize the kind of stress she was under when she felt like two able-bodied people were helping to trash the house, but only one cared to rectify the situation.
I really respect her strength and character to have bitten her tongue so often throughout our marriage. I must admit; I’m a complete pig. But going forward, knowing the kind of work it takes to clear up and out, my designs are on being a piglet instead of the boss hog.
The one thing that has remained constant is our ability to communicate with each other. We talk often, laugh much, and listen a lot. I encourage her to cry when she’s frustrated, to ignore me when her mood dictates it, and to let me knmow what I can do for her to feel okay. And it fills me up inside to do so.
Now, if I could just get her and the baby filled up every once in a while.
