Last night, Dave and I participated in Earth Hour, and we actually spent an hour and a half with each other with the lights out. Dave went around the house and lit some candles, and we sat at the table talking and laughing. He was admiring my belly and he said something really sweet. He said that he got all these horror stories from the guys at work about what a nightmare it will be to live with a pregnant woman, given her raging, changing hormones and stuff like that. He admitted to me that he was kind of nervous about how I would become when we got pregnant. But then, he said, to his pleasant surprise, I’ve been very emotionally stable and predictable throughout it all, even when I was feeling my worst during the first trimester. He said he appreciates me not taking it out on him and he hasn’t noticed any odd, extreme changes in my emotions and/or behaviors. I see that as a compliment. Heh. He said he’s very proud that I’m such a stable person and that nothing really phases me, and I take everything with positivity and upbeat energy, especially this pregnancy. He told me he is happy to see me so happy being pregnant, as a lot of women bitch and whine about their pregnancy.

I don’t know, I can’t predict how I would be with other pregnancies, but Bean has been treating me relatively well, given a few annoyances here and there. If we decide to have another child after this, I could turn into a raging, horrible bitch who becomes obsessed with penny stocks or something, but who knows. Maybe I’ll get lucky again. Haha. All I know is, Bean is a blessing and a gift from the heavens, and everything I go through I go through for her, willingly and able. Go ahead, universe, give me whatcha got. I can take it. As long as our baby is happy and healthy, I can take it all.