This has to be the forth posting of this post. But, it's a goodie. And updated!
I thought it fitting considering I feel all floor of a taxi cab lately with the pregnancy. And Mr. Hall is um ... acting up almost disproportionally.
There was an incident, about 8 years ago, when I was about four months preggos. Chubby, but not obviously pregnant. Pregnancy induced horrible cystic acne. Short boy hair cut (don't ask). Still throwing up. Mr. Hall and I had spent the day at a water park.
There was me, again, being chubby, horrible cystic acne and short boy hair cut. I felt fugly. And when we got home, he began chasing me around. "What the hell?," I thought. "Can't you see me? What has gotten into you?" And he said, "I've been staring at you all day, I just couldn't wait to get home."
That is when I realized---my husband has permanent love goggles on.
Some five years and two kids later, it remains much the same. Saturday was a day of filling sippy cups, braiding hair, mowing lawns, laundry, blah blah blah domestic bliss blah blah. And we fall into bed. And the chasing begins in earnest.
"What the heck?," I think. And so I ask, "What was so arousing today? Was it something I wore?" I mean, I do look good these days, what with the 35 lb weight loss. And I cannot say enough about the wonderbra. But no, none of this was the ticket. Although, "It helps.", he said.
"It was just being around you, sorry it's not more complicated.", he said smiling.
My husband is awesome. I need to follow this lead. To be aware of how much he is to me and all the places he excites me. I need to let the love flow around me at all times. I need to realize that my current shadow of constant, bone crushing nausea should not block the love flow. To challenge my feelings of fugly. Cause even though I'm swimming under a sea of deafening hormones, I'm still underneath. Wearing my cute dresses and suede boots. And Mr. Hall loves me no matter what.