SuperAndy!

When Andy and I were dating I often referred to him as SuperAndy (thus dubbed by Molly because he was such a considerate, fun boyfriend and I was deeply smitten).

In case I haven't made many superhero reference lately, it is time for me to unmask SuperAndy. For weeks he has been doing all the heavy lifting at home, literally and figuratively. In addition to cooking all the meals, he's also picked up much of my cleaning and laundry duty. He's working double time to get the baby's room ready, including moving and rearranging all of the furniture, boxes, etc. But the last couple of weeks has called for extraordinary help and -- Poof! -- SuperAndy suddenly appeared.

It is my busiest month of the year at work and I'm wearing my stress on my sleeve. I'm constantly traveling, working late every night, and generally not being very helpful around the house. Plus I continue to be plagued by the many "joys" of pregnancy. And to top it all off, the challenges of work and pregnancy are probably manifesting themselves in my attitude ("probably??" poor Andy must be asking himself). Rather than complain about having to pick up all the slack or the loss of nearly any quality time with me, Andy has donned his cape and tights and attempted to rescue me from me from the burning building of stress. He has made fresh, healthy dinners, tackled a massive ant infestation, and cleaned out the garage. He has woken up before dawn to drive me to the airport, maintained hours of silence in the house so that I could work, and brought me tea in bed. And he's done it all while showering me with smiles and sweet compliments. Look, there in the kitchen -- it's a chef; it's a saint; it's . . . SuperAndy!