At the time that I gave birth to our daughter, my husband and I were enjoying a happy and successful life together. He was under the impression that I was sitting around doing nothing while he was at work, so I made the decision to go away for a week in order to demonstrate to him how wrong he was. I stopped my job when I found out I was pregnant so that I could devote my time and energy to being a mother and a wife.
The decision that I made was supported by my husband, Victor, who stated that it was in the long run beneficial for our child. All went well with my pregnancy. I did not experience any significant difficulties, which meant that I was still able to move around without any discomfort.
On a regular basis, I went to the market, prepared extravagant meals, and even made sure that the house was pristine. I got almost fanatical about keeping things tidy, and my nesting instincts began to kick in around the second trimester of my pregnancy. One evening, as Victor entered our living room, which had been recently polished, he told me, “Our house has never looked this good before.” And with a smile on his face, he bent down and kissed me on the cheek.
“We are grateful to you for ensuring that everything is in order for us.”
Hearing him say that made me have a pleasant feeling within. It was not simple, but the fact that he appreciated it made it worthwhile. It was until I gave delivery at 39 weeks that I continued with that pattern.
At the moment when our daughter, Lily, entered the world, everything underwent a transformation. I had previously believed that I had a good understanding of what love was, but when she was placed in my arms, I realized that I had been mistaken. It was as though the entire world was converging on the small human being breathing on my chest.
For everything, including every feeding, every cry, and every diaper change, she required my assistance. Everything else was irrelevant. On the other hand, Victor had the impression that I was accomplishing less.
The laundry was stacking up, the dinners were becoming monotonous, and there was clutter that had not been there while I was pregnant. He noticed all of these things. One evening, as he was reheating leftovers, he said with a scowl, “Why has the house become so messy?” Additionally, we have been consuming the same cuisine for the past three days in a row.
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