Dedicated to my loving husband...
If you will indulge me, I would like to wax slightly effervescent. The last few weeks have been tough, to say the least. Instead of burdening of you with my laundry list of physical complaints related to late pregnancy, I thought I would take a moment to tell you all about the amazing man I'm married to.
Trey wears many hats. On top of his regular work -- researching, teaching 5 online tutorials, leading an undergraduate tutorial at the University starting in February, attending seminars, and preparing for upcoming conferences, he has assumed a heavy portion of the household responsibilities. As I write this he is out at the grocery store doing our food shopping, patiently learning where and what everything is in a foreign grocery store and then hauling it home by hand in our shopping "trolley". He cleans the kitchen floor, vacuums the carpets, washes the dishes. The list goes on and on. He also changes MANY diapers a day, as walking up the stairs to the changing table has become a monumental task for me. (I now pretty much live downstairs, including sleeping on our super-comfy couch.)
And all this is done with grace and cheerfulness, never a moment of complaint. I can't tell you how many times a day he says to me something like, "How are you doing? I want you to put your feet up." He is patient when I'm grouchy, strong when I feel weak, encouraging when I'm down. I truly mean this when I say that, given our new set of circumstances here in Scotland and the added challenges we face on a daily basis, I do not know how I could finish this particular race without him. I thank God for blessing me with a man as selfless and giving as Trey is.
And his response? "Hey, you do the hard part! You have to carry and deliver the baby!"