How My Life Continues to Rock

You know what's great? 

My husband, that's what.

I told you before that a few years ago we had some trouble and had a rough time for a bit right?  Well we seem to have worked through most of those issues and picked up a few more along the way.  I'm starting to understand that's just how marriage is.  Maybe when we're like 60 we'll have fought about everything we could possibly fight about and then we'll just be a grumpy old couple that gives their kids money and wears bermuda shorts to Hawaii. 
Sounds kinda great right?

Anyway, I've really noticed lately that my hubs has taken a lot of things to heart that I tell him about myself.  Like for example, when I'm pregnant and sensitive and get jealous of the hot young chicks he works with, he needs to just say some nice things to me to make me feel good and I will get over it.  In the past he would just get pissed off and give me a harsh lecture about how he's never given me any reason to be suspicious.  (I think he doesn't realize that 21 year old Big Boobs McGee possibly doesn't give a shit that he's married and also blatantly flirts with him in front of me.  And get this, on the Christmas card writes "You're the best boss ever!  I love you!")  Insert retching and vomiting and possible fist swinging here.

My point, oh yeah, I was getting to a point.  So I got kinda jealous and silly over some stupid stuff like that.  In my mind I know it's just me being sensitive because I know he wouldn't ever go there, but I still got all puffed up with sad and jealous air.  He sat me down on his lap and just hugged me and told me that he thinks of me as family that never ends, like his parents or his kids.  And then there was a whole speech about how happy he is now and that me, my son, and our unborn baby are his whole world and how he wouldn't do anything to jeopardize it.

Sigh.

He frustrates the hell out of me a lot, but I've got a good one ladies.