Subtle Changes

This journey of ours has been a pretty different one for my hubby than it has been for me. Originally he was not too excited about TTC and would have rather waited another year or two. Like most men he saw the whole process as ‘it will happen when it happens’ and did not see any point in worrying about it. But lately he has inching closer to a more neutral ground. This process has not been easy for either of us but I think I’ve decided our troubles have benefited him and our relationship the last few months.

The most obvious example was his willingness to have surgery. Once we had the SA done he was very positive and reassuring about us going to the doctor and finding out what our options were. We scheduled everything pretty quickly and he never once dragged his feet. Since then a few more little things have stood out.

My hubby is not a big holiday kind of person. Christmas just stresses him out. So when we first got married I promised him that we would not have to get a big Christmas tree until after we had kids and they were old enough to know what it was. I have kept up my side of the bargain and have not made a peep about it. Well around Thanksgiving he started hinting to me that it would be OK if we went ahead and got a big tree. He just wanted me to know that he was alright with it. It was terribly sweet because I knew his thought process was – ‘We should have a baby by now and if we did then she would have a big tree.’ He also went out of his way to help me decorate the house which was a first. While I was putting up the small tree in our dining room, he snuck into the living room and decorated our Tree Mural with some of our ornaments.

How cute is that!?! So for now we have the small tree and this lovely addition. I really love that he used this small way to reach out and try and make things a little bit nicer.

A funnier example was from this last weekend. I was wrapping presents and watching the movie Four Christmases. (Spoiler alert here if you have not seen it before). He sat down and watched the last thirty minutes or so with me. Well at the end of this one it’s all happy and stuff and up pops the typical “One Year Later” statement and they are in a hospital room with a newborn baby. My husband proceeds to exclaim – “Well screw them!” I couldn't help but laugh. He finally understands now why so many movies get me upset these days.

I know there are plenty of you out there with supporative husbands and I'm proud to say that mine is being even more so.