Knight in Shining Armor

My Mark has been so amazing to me, well he always is but even more so lately. He deals with all my crazy hormones and my complaints of discomfort. He always wants to help but there's usually there's not much he can do. But recently he saved my life from complete disaster. I was almost done getting ready for church. I was putting my favorite pearl ear rings in and I thought I had the backing on but I didn't. It fell down the drain in the sink. Mark wasn't home, he was at his early morning church meetings, so I started to freak out. These ear rings mean a lot because they were my high school graduation gift from my parents and I wear them almost every Sunday. I text Mark, "come home, it's an emergency". He did like a good husband to a pregnant women and put that turbo to good use those few blocks to home. I was so close to tears, whimpering about my poor lost ear ring. Instead of telling me to calm down, or laugh at me, or anything that men often do when they don't understand why we act the way we do, he just got under the sink, in his very nice new church clothes and removed the u bend and got my ear ring. I was so amazed at my sweet man. Especially being pregnant, I tend to, shall I say, over react. But Mark, being the Ellis Man that he is, is so good to me and knows just how to calm me down. He will always be my Knight in Shining Armor.

Another story of Mark's sweet heroic nature happened on a Thursday night. I help my mom at her day care on Thursdays and it's already an exhausting job, taking care of 16 kids, but being ready to burst at any moment doesn't help. I came home completely pooped and got my p.j.'s on and got in bed. I was doing OK for the first few hours but I just continued to get more and more uncomfortable. This is the annoying part about being this close, I hate going to sleep at night because it is so hard to find a good position to lay, I know this is completely normal for pretty much all pregnancies but it doesn't help me feel better. I got so tired and hormonal that I just started crying. I just wanted to sleep. So I did what I do best, blamed all my sorrows on Mark. I know he's not to blame and I know that I was just being silly, he knows that I wasn't seriously mad at him which is why he ignored me completely and got himself some ice cream while I told him all the ways that this was his fault. Once I was done I cranked up the cool air got this amazing idea. I thought maybe it would be better to sleep at the other end of the bed, where my feet usually go. It's closer to the air and it's a different spot. It worked! I was able to fall asleep! When I woke up about an hour and half later to start my night of peeing and sleeping I found Mark laying in the same direction I was. Like I said, he always wants to help but there's not a whole lot he can do. But he did the one thing he could do for me, be there. It was just the sweetest thing for me to see him there next to me in my crazy pregnant logic, not making fun of me or laughing but supporting. I know I'm crazy most the time but I'm so blessed to have a man who isn't. He knows how to deal with this crazy me. Now if this baby would just get out of me I'd be a happy camper.