30 Weeks

This week was exhausting, both physically and emotionally.  Daily trips to doctors
and specialists, my work schedule, and keeping everyone happy and together resulted in
very little sleep for either Shawn or I.  But we made it through.  We received confirmation
on Friday that Shawn will definitely be having surgery in the next two weeks to repair
a ruptured tendon in his arm.  We will be traveling to Houston for the surgery: Shawn, my
big belly, and I.  Shawn spent most of the week worrying more about my health than his
own: urging me to rest, making sure I ate, making me a cup of tea and comforting my
worried heart.  That's what married people do, little baby: they worry more about each
other than themselves, they take care of one another, they cheer each other on.  And
your Daddy sure has gone above and beyond to put the needs of his wife and his baby
before his own, even in his hour of need.

I will be honest and say that the lack of sleep and overexertion took a toll on me: I have
been more tired and sore this week, my body slowing down regardless of how much I tried
to push myself.  We devoted our entire weekend to resting and relaxing, taking naps and
eating meals hand delivered by our loving family.  We barely left the house, instead
wrapping ourselves up in bed and allowing our bodies to heal.  The rest felt so good, the
stress of the week slowly disappearing as I cuddled up with my family and my
pregnancy pillow.  Shawn hugged me before bed last night, "You're so cuddly right now.  I
love you like this".  To a woman who sometimes feels as though her body has taken on a life
of her own, those words filled up my whole heart.  He loves me like this, and I love him.
We are off to our next adventure, hopefully the last surgery for a very long time.  Shawn
is more motivated than ever to get through this and heal completely.  He has a son who's just
a few months away.  I can't think of better motivation to get through this than that.