Thank You Sweetheart

In all this posting and pregnancy hoopla I must remember the reason for all of these going-ons and that is due to one very special person in my life, my husband and best friend, Jack. How he has managed to not leave me during all of my crazy rants and end-of-world moments is beyond me and I feel like I just don't give him enough credit. Every time (especially now) I get really sick of being pregnant he'll say just the right thing to make me feel good all over again. Here are just a few examples...

Since we are going 'modern safari' in the nursery I thought it would be absolutely genius to put up these fantastic animal heads in the room:



So they were up and for quite some time until Jack's mockery finally got to me when he said, "Well, I just think these look like some sort of sacrificial altar and we are going to be offering our baby to these animal gods". Needless to say the heads are gone. Your welcome mom.

He also assures me that unlike the movie Labyrinth, Jack will not, I repeat WILL NOT allow David Bowie to steal our baby...



And finally, he reads children's books to our son almost every night and as hard as it is for him to read Don't Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus! he sticks to the kids' books and refrains from reading 'Jack classics' which include beauties such as The Post-American World by Fareed Zakaria and Hot, Flat, and Crowded by Thomas L. Friedman.

So thank you Jack Zinda, thank you for coming up with this material just as I think there isn't anything that can make me feel better, you continue to make me smile every single day.