Why I Love Mike

Mike has been amazing throughout my pregnancy. He doesn't mind rubbing my back or feet when I need it, he makes runs for my cravings (even when I insist it isn't necessary, and I really don't need to eat any more Ben and Jerry's), and he has put up with a lot of emotions, whining and moaning about this and that. Yesterday, I was having a particularly tough go at it. I didn't sleep well on Sunday night, so I was exhausted by the time I got home, and to top it off, I felt like Joey was trying to escape from my belly... through my rib cage. I tried to tough it out, and I cooked dinner, and then went to put my laundry away (I'm sure he knew I wasn't feeling well when I put my laundry away the same day it came out of the dryer!).

As I was hanging my clothes, he came into our room to let me know he was going to run to the store to pick up a few things. I don't know if it was the look on my face, or the way I was rubbing my belly, but he asked me what was wrong and I told him my belly was really itchy. Well, of course the solution to this would be to put some lotion on it. So, he grabbed some and proceeded to rub it onto my itchy belly. I had a big smile on my face because it was so sweet, and made me feel so much better. So he looked at me and said, "Are you going to blog about this?" I smiled bigger, and I said, "No, I think I'll keep this to myself."

And then he said, "I rubbed Mrs. Biggelsworth's* belly earlier today, and she was really happy, too." My immediate response: "OK, now I'm blogging about this!"

*Mrs. Biggelsworth is the "neighborhood cat." She belonged to a young couple who lived across the street from us. They moved to Utah, and didn't think it would be a safe place for an outdoor cat, so they entrusted her care to our neighbors, Larry and Judy. Since then, she has adopted other people in the neighborhood, including Mike and I. She really likes Mike. Actually, she likes him so much, I jokingly call him the cat whisperer.