My husband is the king of "quick" trips....he will go out quickly to get a gallon of milk, and come back with a bag full of stuff. See, "quick" trip! Last night was the same.
He was going to go to the base track to run, and it seemed to be taking a long time...Betcha can guess why before I tell you! Yes, he stopped at the BX quickly. Little did I know that thus trip was for me, but I found out it was. As my third pregnancy progresses I am finding that my clothes don't fit....yes, this happens but its bothering me because I am at the heaviest I have ever been. So, I am a little reluctant to go buy a whole new wardrobe, when my width during and after pregnancy is going to be changing....either by childbirth, or my own desire to never see these numbers on the scale again.
My husband never says anything about my size. I admit that this is exactly what I was hoping for in a husband, but now that I have it, it is not as comforting as I thought it would be! I know, its what I wished for, but I need some input.. like Johnny 5 ;-)
So, my husband heard me muttering about not having any roomy shirts to just wear around the house. And his side trip was to come home with any he found at the store. He's my fix-it man! He said he felt this was a need and so he just did it....I love this man, now more than the day I married him, and more tomorrow than today. He tries! That is all that I can ask, and wether he got me exactly what I would have picked or not doesn't matter, what matters is the effort behind his "quick" trip.
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