My Husband Rocks

I complain on here enough about my husband that I figured I'd brag on him in this post. Today is our 9th wedding anniversary. Hard to believe it's been (only) nine years.

Yesterday was a long, long day at work. I was running on zero energy and Baby Boy was particularly active in kicking and causing Braxton Hicks. All I wanted was to lie down and sleep - somewhere cool.

I drove home from work, knowing that despite their promises, the AC repair folks had still not fixed the AC, returned our calls or showed up. I knew the house would be wicked hot and after being shut up all day, would be stuffy too. I walked in, the heat hit me, and I shuffled to the bedroom where I collapsed on the bed and started crying. My poor husband had no idea what was going on. He assumed it was the anniversary card and letter from mother - normally a safe assumption, but that will wait for another blog post.

I explained that I was fat, pregnant, hot, miserable and dog tired. I begged him to blow up our air mattress and turn the window AC unit on in the kitchen. Surely we could put a huge tub underneath to catch the leaky water. We could all sleep in there. He wanted too, but since the water also leaked down inside the wall, worried about it getting into the electric wires in the wall and causing damage.

He started looking at the window unit in our bedroom. There was this odd looking plug thing on it, with a rusted wire hanging out. He got out his tools and starting playing. My husband is not the fix-it type. Not at all. Typically I know more about fix-it stuff than he does, having had to "make do" growing up. But he pried off the end of the plug and realized that the rusted wire part was an attempt to convert a 3-prong plug to a 2-prong plug to fit our ancient, 2 prong outlet.

He suggests he accompany me to the grocery store. We go and he suggests we eat at Subway so as to avoid cooking in the heat. He takes care of everything, even letting my daughter pick the car-style cart that I find too heavy to push lately. So she's happy. He doesn't make any comment about my price comparisons at all. He picks up some hardware supplies, and then walks by the gun section with barely a glance.

When we get home, he does something to the unit and plugs it in. Woila! We have a working unit. Granted it blew dust and debri everywhere for awhile until it got "cleaned out." But the air was cool! We changed the sheets, slept backwards on the bed to get better air flow. Shut the windows and door in the bedroom to keep the cool air in. Blew up my daughter's air mattress and made her a pallet on the floor. I turned the fan directly on me too and climbed into bed.

At 8 pm I put a movie on for my daughter and laid down in my bed. We snuggled together. By 10 I was sound asleep (well I took some meds to help with that - ob approved, of course). At 3 am, during one of my bathroom breaks, I pulled the heavy comforter up over me. At 6 the alarm went off and Husband says, "it's freezing in here. I am going to turn the unit on low." I snarled, "Don't Touch That. I LIKE being cold." He wisely left it alone.

This morning we snuggled under the covers in bed. Daughter climbed in and we said Happy Anniversary. Then went back to sleep for a little while. What a great start to the day.

Oh and the AC people just called and are supposed to come out around lunch time.........we'll see. Lucky for them I slept well last night and they just might leave with their lives intact.

Let me just say that there is nothing sexier than a husband who makes his hot, grumpy, tired, fat pregnant wife happy by fixing the AC unit. Oh and the fact that he bought me TWO gallons of ice cream and TWO packages of double stuff Oreos without comment didn't hurt either!

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EDITED TO ADD -- IT'S FIXED - the AC is FIXED. YEAH !!!!!