Last night, G went up the street to get some sour cream for our strog and came back with a Flake Noir and red roses. I guess it's the beautiful things in life that keep us going. He almost never gets me flowers, and hardly ever chocolate, but he must have known i had a crap day and wanted to cheer me up. Even got the sour cream as well. Then he helped me with dinner and cleaned up after (without leaving something behind).
He's been to all of my ultrasounds and has sat in the lobby for my blood tests. The injections haven't hurt very much at all and he actually wakes up and listens to me at 7am on a weekend when i'm having a nervous breakdown, complete with hysterical crying and moaning about our childlessness.
For the record, i'm married to a wonderful, beautiful man and i'm very lucky.
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