Things That You're Forced To Do When Your Wife's Pregnant

"Matt, I need to do this!  I'll go without you, I'm just saying, I need to do this before the baby comes."

This was the tough predicament I was put into last month when my pregnant wife demanded we go on one last vacation to someplace warm before the baby comes. 

I know what most of you are thinking.  You're thinking, 'Man, Matt!  You really have it rough.'

Well, I appreciate it, but don't worry about me. I can handle it as it comes. 

As only a good husband would, I got on the Internet right away and started searching for, "someplace warm," to take my unreasonable wife.  

After a painstakingly long search of sold out or overpriced islands, we found a deal in Aruba. We had already been to the island once before, but that made it even more intriguing. We wouldn't feel the need to do any site seeing. Just sit on the beach and soak up the sun for a few days. 

So now here we are.  The sandy beaches of Aruba. So sandy that my pants have already gotten... well, sandy. The blue waters of the Caribbean. So blue that I can't tell where the sea ends and sky begins.  The warm island sun.  So warm that I have already had to move out of it because it's too hot.   

Please don't feel too bad for me, though.  I was fully aware that this was part of the trials and tribulations when I signed up to start a family with Heather. 

We've only been on the island for about 18 hours and Heather has already said on numerous occasions how overwhelmingly happy she is right now. 
 
As I sit here typing this post, staring out into the clear blue ocean, I am reminded that this is what it's all about. Sacrificing for the ones you love.