Don't Mess With Me, Porkchop

That's right, woodchuck-chuckers - it's GROUNDHOG DAY! This is my darling husband's favorite holiday. He is utterly obsessed with the movie (he's probably watching it right now on his Ipod thing under the table during an important business meeting) and he eagerly anticipates this day of celebration every year. I'm still not clear on exactly what it is he's celebrating - The movie? Groundhogs in general? Silly weather predictions? - but it's a big deal. So I've decided to honor Phil on his most special day with a post all about him and a few of the reasons I love him so much. Plus, he's on yet another business trip (DC? NYC? Where are you today, Honey?) and so he can't stop me.

1. In the morning, Phil dresses in his sleek business suit, gets into his fancy businessman car with his laptop and Blackberry and Starbucks membership card ... and this, containing his lunch of frozen Stoffer's pizza and grapes:


2. He loves his cat. She's mean as the dickens and leaves hairballs and smells all over the house, and he will sit and lovingly brush her until she tries to tear his arm off. I'm pretty sure I've heard him call her "his little princess."

3. Watch this and prepare to be impressed:

4. I think he's the most honest person in existence. I never have to worry that he's hiding something from me or leading a double life with Barbie and their 12 illegitimate children somewhere.

In case you doubt me, I'll share a conversation I had with him yesterday. We had just gotten in the car after a birthday party where I saw a friend who's also pregnant with her second and who's due date is mere days from mine. She's beautiful and petite and always looks like she's just stepped out of a magazine shoot. I've been feeling really gigantic lately and wondered if, just perhaps, it was my imagination.

Me: So do you think I'm bigger than Jane?

Phil: (giving me the most incredulous look imaginable) YES, you're bigger than Jane.

Me: Oh, I just thought maybe we were the same size.

Phil: (snort!) Well, you thought erroneously.

... then, as if stating this made everything totally fine ...

Some women just gain more weight during their pregnancies than others.

Thanks, babe. *

5. He bought a beautiful new diaper bag for me for Christmas, and now this catalog gets sent to him at his office.

(I don't know why my computer is suddenly bolding things, but I can't make it stop.)


6. Because of him, I have the cutest child imaginable.


7. This is probably because he is really, really ridiculously good looking.


8. And he was an adorable toddler himself.

9. He uses words like "bicks" and "whambones" in everyday conversation like it's normal.

10. He picked me!


* For the record, I thought this conversation was hilarious. What guy responds this way? He clearly didn't read the manual. Please don't take this as a plea for everyone to post comments about how I'm not really all that big, etc. I know I'm sizable. I have moments self-consciousness (especially when I get a look at the parts of me not actually housing a baby), but then I remind myself that this is just how I grow people, and it's totally worth it.