Ode to My Husband

The last few weeks have been more difficult than all of the previous weeks combined. It’s getting tricky to do simple chores such as unloading the dishwasher or sorting laundry. My ribs hurt, my back hurts, and my hips hurt. I feel like the Michelin man when trying to walk down stairs (and also all the time). Even though I passed my diabetes screening, at night I’m thirsty to an extreme that I’d never experienced; I feel helpless to even wrestle myself off the couch to get a drink because I know no amount of water will be satisfying. Then when I do drink even a drop of water, I have to wake up every hour to pee. The day after Thanksgiving, I was so exhausted that I slept until 5:30 p.m., despite not doing anything even remotely strenuous the day before. I even slept upright on the couch last night because I couldn’t find a comfortable position in bed.

But Minh’s been amazing. He’s taken on most of the chores that I can no longer do, without a single complaint. He volunteers to sleep in the living room with me when I have to sleep upright on the couch. He cooks our dinners and makes me smoothies for breakfast. He consoles me when I cry because I can’t do things as easily as I used to. He pushes on my back and hips when I’m too uncomfortable to sit. And when he sings to my belly, Leon kicks and reminds me that’s it’s all 100% worth it.