The Man Without A Bed

My poor husband. He sleeps on the couch. There were no arguments. He chooses to do it. Or rather is forced to choose it. You see, when I get to be like 7 1/2- 8 months pregnant something happens to me. I turn into loud hibernating grizzly bear at night. I've been told my snoring sounds unhumanly. It happened when I was pregnant with Kooy too. The family was in town for Thanksgiving that year and there were reports of being able to hear me all the way downstairs. I scoffed, but they were so convincing I had to believe. Kooy comes into my room in the morning and we watch cartoons. I'll fall back to sleep, only to be re-awakened by "Mom!! Stop making that sound!" I say "What sound?" Knowing full well what he speaks of. This sound....then he preceeds to imitate perfectly the sound of a snoring grizzly bear. I say "Sorry." Then fall back to sleep and the cycle continues. The other morning he said he heard me snoring when he was in his race car bed. What can I say? The way I look at it is that if I'm snoring then I must be sleeping. And good sleep has been hard to come by these last few weeks. So I make no apologies. It will all be over soon....
But back to my husband. He's so good to us. When it's bedtime..this is his routine. He does it willingly and dutifully. He gets Kooy into his pajamas. He brushes Kooy's teeth...on good nights when I remind us to. I stand there and watch and give the final inspection before rinsing. Takes Kooy to bed, while I get his juice. (Kooy says, "Im a big boy. No more binky...just juice." ) We are so proud. (Side note...we recently gave it back to him for nap time. This boy NEEDS his naps and his parents need his naps too. He was not napping sans binky and no one was very happy. He seems fine with that. Hasn't trickled back over to bedtime. And it won't.) Then Matt lays down next to Kooy on his race car bed. Matt waits for Kooy to fall asleep. When he does, he comes into our room and lays down by me. He watches TV and rubs my back or my bum. Yes my bum. Pregnancy makes my bum ache. It might be because I sit on it all day. :o) Finally I fall asleep and inevitably start snoring. That's when he gets up and goes to the couch. He tucks Kooy boy in, then he tucks me in, then finally he goes to bed...er, couch) He does this everynight.
Yesterday was his birthday and he still took care of us before him. I'd like to think that by making him his favorite Butter Cookies his grandma used to make, and taking him out on a date, make things even. I can be selfish but even I'm not that deluded. I love my Matt. He's taking such great care of me while I'm pregnant. I promise him all the time his wife and his old life will return with some degree of normalcy. I'll do dishes again...I'll do laundry...I'll pick things off the floor...I'll put Kooy to bed...I'll cook dinner...He can sleep in his bed again...I'll walk around the whole WalMart without complaining or getting really onery half way through...and I'll do a bunch of other stuff I don't do right now. The list is long I could go on and on.
He's a wonderful man and I know I don't deserve him. My two boys are so lucky to have him for a daddy. I'm getting all mushy and I sound like "those blogs." I'm trying to sound sincere and not cliche but it's not working.
I took pictures but my camera is at my MIL's and I can't find the adapter thing to get the pics off my phone. They are really great. I'll add them later...I promise. I know you are on the edge of your seat.