I
know a lot of women become crazy when the get pregnant. They get paranoid,
emotional and over think every single thing they do. I'll admit that some days that describes me to a tee, however this describes Shai EVERY day!
When
I met him 5 years ago we were in very different places. I was 23 jobless and
fresh out of rehab, while he was 30 established and successful. I think from the
moment we met he felt a sense that he needed to take care of me and protect me
from the big bad streets of Manhattan. Whether it was checking that my handbag
was zipped, calls during the day to make sure I’m alive, and making sure
I was well fed, Shai always loved a good check in. However, they were few and
far between and it was usually me with the non-stop texts. My favorite being,
What’s for dinner, which was usually sent at 8am- he always loved those- NOT!
But
this all changed in past 23 weeks when baby S set up residence in my tummy.
While
I’m very happy to go about my normal life, gyming every day, eating similar to
before I was preg and doing all my same errands around the house, Shai is not
so comfortable with this. It started right away and has only gotten worse. Here
are some of the ways in which my daily life has been affected by my doting, over
protective hubby.
First
off, I am happy to sit in the sun all day and get my tan on. I made sure to ask
my OBGYN if this was ok and she said it was as long as I don’t get over heated.
Well I’m not sure what Shai heard when she said that because he gives me body
temp checks every 20 minutes when I’m in the sun and if I feel too warm he
makes me go inside to cool off or get in the pool. I’m also not allowed to lift
anything over 10 pounds or bend down to pick something up off the floor.
I
get constant text messages throughout the day reminding me that its “VERY VERY
HOT” out and baby and I need to stay hydrated and asking if I’m eating enough
to make sure baby is growing. A computer on my lap…how dare I?!? In the back of
a cab, a seatbelt must always be worn and I shouldn’t even think about driving
alone. Last week I had to pick my sister and nephew up from 84th and
3rd (10 blocks from the garage) and Shai pretended he had to go
uptown too and said he would take a ride with me…Paranoid much?!?! His latest
revelation is that my underwear is too tight and I am suffocating the baby and
he’s sure it will suffer from claustrophobia. You can bet your ass I was sent
out to purchase all new undies to accommodate my growing body. My family has
now joined the Don’t Let Tali Move bandwagon due to fear that Shai will yell at
them. It has turned into a running joke and while we all like to make fun of
him for it, I honestly think it is incredibly sweet. He only wants to keep me
and baby safe at all times and I know he will make sure to do so for the rest
of our lives. I can honestly say I feel like the luckiest girl in the world and
feel incredibly blessed to have such a loving caring husband, craziness and
all!
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