Poor Matt....

My poor husband is being a good sport. His relatively normal and energetic wife has been replaced with an emotional, crabby, nauseated, and extra-sensitive gestating monster. He has been patient and good humored and has incorporated suggestions from the daddy-to-be pamphlets that the nurse gave him. For instance, as he was clearing the table after lunch yesterday he said, "My book said that I'm supposed to help out and pick stuff up". And Friday night, when I suddenly had a case of the crabbies he said, "This must be what the book referred to as mood swings". I love you, Matt.