He's been faking it

I found out recently that Phillip is almost as freaked out about this baby and all of the “consequences” as I am, but he has been trying to stay strong for me.  Thanks but no thanks.  I do appreciate his “we can do this” attitude but it would have been nice to know I wasn’t the only one feeling so helpless and overwhelmed at times.  I’m the crazy one but I was starting to question his sanity.  Doesn’t he know what this means?  How is this not affecting his every waking moment?  Why am I the only one crying myself to sleep at night?  Things are much better now but we went through some rough patches during this pregnancy.  

Besides sweets and presents, the way to win me over is acts of kindness or dare I say it… chores.  Phillip knows I hate coming home to chaos, especially on the Saturdays I have to work, but I specifically asked him to do a few things while I was gone today and he went above and beyond.  He did laundry, changed our sheets, broke down at least 20 boxes so they will be ready to put out with the trash on Wednesday morning, put the Pack N Play together, loaded and ran the dishwasher, found places for a few new kitchen items we got for Christmas, straightened up around the house… and all while entertaining Ellen and wishing he was doing something else J

Almost makes me feel bad for the way I react when he comes home with his hair cut too short.  Almost.

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Phillip:  What can I get you for dinner?

Me:  I don’t know

Phillip:  I can get something started for you

Me:  No, that’s okay

Phillip:  Do you want a sandwich, soup, yogurt…

Me:  I’ll get something in a minute.  I had an apple in the car so I’m not all that hungry.

Phillip:  Are you sure?

Me:  I also had a Twix in the car

Phillip:  Truth comes out