Yesterday
was a good day.
First of
all, I had my monthly check up. Clara is healthy. Also, the doctor was very
reassuring about my weight. I told her the nurse practitioner had told me to
shoot for gaining 20lbs and I’d already gained 25lbs, and she responded that
she doesn’t like to give women a specific number because we (as women) really
fixate on that. She said she gained 60lbs with all three of her pregnancies,
regardless of how much she watched what she ate. She said that if I was gaining
faster than she thought I ought to be she would tell me, and if she’s not
saying anything about my weight I shouldn’t worry. I felt much better about
that.
At some
point during the day Jack called me while he was commuting from one class to
another. I mentioned that I wish I had better maternity clothes because most of
mine are very plain and kind of old, but I didn’t want to spend the money. He
said he thought I should go ahead and get some. Specifically he said, “I think
it’s important that you feel good in the clothes you’re in, especially since
you don’t feel that great in the body you’re in right now.” I thought that was
incredibly sweet and insightful.
That night after he was home, he went with me
to the Motherhood Maternity store at the mall and helped me find some clothes
on sale to try on. At first I was surprised at how helpful and observant he was
about sizes and styles and so on, and then I remembered he sells women’s
clothes (okay, shoes) for a living. He even sat in the waiting area of the
dressing room and let me show him the clothes as I tried them on and remarked
on how round I look and how awesome he thinks it is. Ultimately I got two pairs
of jeans that fit me much better than the one maternity pair I already have,
and one cute top.
It was
expensive, even on sale, and I felt uncomfortable about how much we spent. Jack
told me to take some of it out of his discretionary fund for the month, which is also super
sweet, but I think I will sell one of our Amazon gift cards for cash instead. I
told Jack it’s sweet that he wants to spoil me but that he thinks we’re richer
than we are. He said, “We are rich –
on love!” I retorted, “We can’t use love to pay off our credit card!” “Actually,
I didn’t tell you, but we can!” Then we fantasized about what life would be
like if people could translate how happy their significant others were into
purchasing power.
We also watched some little kids and a tiny little baby
hanging out by the giant Christmas tree in the center of the mall. The baby was
just old enough to stand up if she was holding onto something for balance. We laughed
over that and talked about how much fun it will be to raise Clara.
This morning
Jack told me that at some point last night he got up to use the bathroom, and
when he came back to bed (I was sound asleep) he felt my stomach and felt Clara
kick. So instead of going straight to sleep he laid there and felt her kick a
bunch of times (“She was kicking like crazy! I’m surprised you didn’t wake up!”)
and just enjoyed it. I think it’s cool that he found a way to have a moment “alone”
with her and that he’s so happy about all of it.
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