Ok, I promise this isn’t going to be another sappy lovey-dovey post. In fact, this may have almost the opposite effect (although that is not my intent).
I can’t stop looking at Kate these past few weeks. If I am sitting on the couch with her, watching her brush her teeth or passing by her in our kitchen, I just can’t stop staring. And it’s generally not at her beautiful face. Instead my gaze is directed at her ever expanding stomach. Now, I probably should have learned in my 30 years that you are not supposed to stare at a woman’s stomach (especially one that is getting bigger and bigger) but I can’t help it. You see, I am just finding it especially unusual to watch someone who I have known for 8 years take on an “unusual” shape. Every day it seems that she is getting bigger and bigger, and I know we also have a long way to go and a lot more growing and growing. Don’t get me wrong, I love what I see, but it is just kind of, well… strange, I guess.
Part of it is the actual physical change, but a large part is also knowing there is a little person inside of her. While this miracle of life is how we all came to be on this planet, I sort of find the thought of this living being inside of my wife to be kind of creepy. (Maybe it’s from seeing “Aliens” too many times.) This extra person is especially unusual when Kate and I have some, um, alone time. I never thought that would bother me, but it does a little. What we do alone, should be alone (except for the fact that we share some of the details of this on our blog) and I’d rather not have someone else in the room during this.
Anyway, I am excited to see Kate get a lot bigger and pregnanter (I won’t use the “f” word). It’s neat and cool and strange and unusual and I imagine many husbands have similar thoughts about this expanding process. Still, Kate, you are more beautiful than ever and I love you so much, and I hope you don’t mind me staring at you in this way.