So. Last night my H walked into the house after coming home from work with toolset in hand. Without pausing to say hello or take his coat off he went straight upstairs (We have a first floor master, all other bedrooms are upstairs).
I could hear what room he was in and I knew exactly what he was doing. Dresser, hutch, rocking chair, and nightstand were all able to be put together before things went bad last pregnancy, but the crib never left the box. I went up there and walked in, I must have had a look on my face because all he said to me was that he needed to do this and he'll keep the door shut until I'm ready.
I snuck up there this morning. Guys, it's beautiful. The room looks like it has hope again. I tear up every time I think about it. There's this wall I have built up so that I don't become too hopeful, too in love with this baby. But I want it. I want this so hard.
Anyway, it also made me realize...how's your H doing in all of this? It seems as though losses hit them extremely different from us. My H has been such a rock and so stoic the past few months that I didn't think to even check in with him about it.
omg, I just teared ip reading that! I think it's a good sign for you guys
I also haven't been checking in with my H as much as I should. He definitely seems more excited this time. He keep telling our son that there is a baby in mommy's belly.
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