Yes, I said it! And this is not one of those blogs that makes a sharp left turn and implies…

It’s 2:00 am, I’m 7 months pregnant and I hear his phone go off. He slowly gets up, checks to see if I’m asleep and creeps carefully out of our bed. He goes into the bathroom and all I hear is: Hey is everything ok? Why are you calling me so late? Okay, I’ll make time to come see you. I don’t know when, but I’ll make sure its soon. I love you too.