This afternoon/evening I was quite hormonal and emotional about some "life stuff."  Various things, but mostly new baby worries/anxieties and how I can still be a good mom to Alex through it all.  Yes, I know, SO many mothers have done it before me, but this is my reality right now and it's my first time dealing with it...so, please give me some grace while I work through it!  Anyway, I was talking to a friend on the way home tonight from a breastfeeding class and, yes, I was crying.  And I said to her as I was pulling in my driveway, "I'm home, going to see Mike who can't possibly understand what I'm feeling right now."  I sure do underestimate him sometimes :-(  I came home to the most fabulous scene you could possibly imagine.

Mike and Alex had apparently spent the evening preparing for my arrival.  I walked in to some of my favorite music playing, candle light and Alex greeting me cheerfully, while handing me my pajamas.  I was told to change and then to sit in the comfy rocking chair with my feet up on a stool.  I was handed a sweet card from Alex and an "In Touch" magazine (I enjoy a little celebrity gossip).  Mike immediately started massaging my shoulders while Alex massaged my legs, then my hands.  They went to the fridge to get some treats....apple cider and fresh grapes in wine glasses.  Alex fed me the grapes (so freakin' cute)...meanwhile, Mike was worried I'd choke while being massaged in the rocking chair going back and forth.  He stated he didn't know how how to do the Heimlich on a pregnant woman :-)  In between the grape-giving, I was thoroughly entertained by Alex's dance moves and lip-sync-ing to the slow music.  I was told there was a turkey sandwich from a nearby deli in the fridge for me if I wanted it (since I didn't get to eat dinner before I left for my class), but I was enjoying the other treats...banana bread and chocolate covered pretzels.  I was all smiles and laughter the entire time...it was too perfect.

Mike referred to the atmosphere as "The Treatment Center."  It made me feel like I had a mental disorder (which is questionable at times!), but I guess it's better than his original idea, which was "The Free Treatment Center" (poor AND schizo??).  Alex was a fine assistant and was really getting into his role.  They had apparently rehearsed what they were going to do and Alex was watching for me and anticipating my arrival home.  What an amazing husband I have....who treats me this way.  And what a role model he is to our son...to teach him how to pamper his mom and instill in him how to treat his future wife someday.  I'm getting emotional (again) just thinking about this...how special the evening turned out to be.  How blessed I am!!!