Honest Confessions from My Husband in the First Trimester


This is only what I imagine my husband is thinking, what I believe he would confess as I grow our third child during the first trimester. We’ve been here before, after all. And I know we can do it again. 

I’ve kissed her cheeks two times now. It’s pushing the time I need to head out the door, and she’s still peacefully sleeping, despite our son crawling over the two of us hours ago. Sleep has been hard to come by for her, and she desperately needs it. I just want to be able to leave her there, lying in the sheets. But we have two children on the outside that need her just as much as the one she is growing on the inside. The kids are all set with their requested breakfast choice. Finally, she makes her way down to the sofa in a state that is almost considered awake, and I’m heading out the door with a kiss goodbye. 

My Honest Confession?

I come home and she’s right where I left her on the sofa, and possibly has been most of the day. I know the first trimester is the toughest for her. Between the nausea and the exhaustion, she isn’t left with much energy to keep up with the mundane tasks of life. It is no secret that I’ve been doing the majority of work to keep things running around the house. It might not be the smoothest sailing, but I’m just trying to do my part of this pregnancy. These first few weeks of pregnancy are hard for me too, despite my super dad and husband efforts. 

The first trimester is the most unpredictable. One moment she’s content and the next she’s in a state of hunger, and we must get food ASAP. I’m lucky that usually, a food craving can solve her pregnancy hangry-ness. I’ve gone through great lengths to satisfy a craving. Red meat cravings at 9:30 at night and I’m at the steakhouse by 9:45 to pick up the to-go order.

During her first pregnancy on Valentine’s Day, I took her to three different restaurants to get three different types of food. All because of her cravings. I knew it was a small way to help her feel better in the moment. I hope that my wife can see my effort to help her make her way through these nine months. That every food run I make, I make because I love her and that child she is growing. Even when I didn’t get the exact thing she had her heart set on and then, inevitably started crying. 

Growing a child inside of me is impossible, and I’ll never truly know the sacrifice her body is making. I do however know the sacrifice of giving. In her eyes, I see the desire for a foot rub, and the begging is coming. Of course I’ll rub them, even though I’ve given a lot more than I have received. I do it because I want to help, and actually, that woman missed her calling as a saleswoman. I literally can’t say no. Serving her in this journey is all I want to do and I hope she sees that above all else. 

I don’t complain, and I don’t envy her. I know this is, as women say, is a season. Eventually, she will be past this first trimester and move onto to other pregnancy struggles that I’ll attempt to help her through.

We’ve been here before, and I know we can do it again. 

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Katie is a Colorado Native, only knowing CO as home. She loves to travel though, but seeing the "Welcome to Colorful Colorado" sign will always be her favorite thing to come home too. She met her CO Native husband when she was 14, & they have been together since she was 15. They are best friends, tackling parenting their kids together. Norah, Jonah, Micah, & Maggie grow and stretch her every day. Katie is passionate for interior design, photography, and anything pretty. There's always music playing in her home, or a good podcast. She's a sucker for a good classic movie, and knows every part of "Sound of Music" by heart. This is her first year winging homeschooling her daughter, mainly to avoid learning how make cutesy lunches & continue serving those Dino nuggets daily. Solid in her faith, she gives all the glory to God for any grace, kindness, or love in her life. Writing for the Colorado Springs Moms Blog has blessed her more ways than she can count, and is proud to be apart of this tribe of mamas creating community in her hometown!