I’m a creep…
Not like, Ray J, Robert Kelly creepy, more like RonReaco Lee as Reggie or Jamal type creep.(Didn’t get the reference, don’t worry). Being the creep that I am it is no revelation that I am infatuated with my wife. So, I promise, after today, this blog will be more story and informational driven, and less shout-outy going forward.(Don’t hold me to it) But none of this would really be possible without my beautiful wife, emphasis on beautiful.
I was going to give a background story of her gumption and intelligence, and how she is finishing her Master’s program this spring and all the other additions to a great triumph insert BUT…this isn’t about that! It’s about her being gorgeous and her beauty growing seemingly exponentially while being pregnant. I’ve always heard of this pregnant glow, where moms-to-be are supposedly bright and shining, flowing with confidence and exuding everything that is great about nature. Turns out EVERY WORD OF IT IS TRUE!
There is something about a woman that you already think is stunning, carrying your future child that makes her more attractive.
It very well may be the fact that her hair and nails (and breast) are growing, but I’m thinking it’s something more psychological than that.
I may be archaic and I apologize sincerely for being a caveman. Pregnancy to me is a fond reminder of the beauty of nature and the essence of creation. A “SisterQueen” walking around all tubby bellied is God’s greatest showing of woman in her pure form. I encourage all fathers in my situation to keep the love up and let your woman know how amazing her new form is. Not only because it’s true but because you’re grateful. Half of the appreciation comes from the fact that she’s not only protecting my daughter but caring for her in a way that I never could. Some of my love can be accredited to being a first time parent, I’m getting to witness a totally new version of my Wife;
not only are we birthing a child, we’re birthing a mother.
P.S. Love you baby 1/20.
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