There are days that seem a lot harder than others.
and in those days, you would think I was possesed by the devil.
All I do is complain.
But then theres this one guy,
who makes me tell him everything that bugged me that day,
and together we find solutions.
And once I have complained about everything that is wrong with the world,
he rubs my back.
and he gets us dinner so I don't have to make it.
and rents a movie so I will laugh.
and tells me I'm beautiful, when I'm wearing a snuggie.
And suddenly I realize that my day wasn't that bad.
and as long as I have him there at the end of the day,
I'm pretty sure I'll be able to make it.
And then being 8 months pregnant with this man's baby
doesnt seem so bad after all.