The Sonia Show

Writer. Mocker. Beer drinker. Old movie watcher. Mother. Goober.

He’s a mighty, mighty good man


Yeah, so, there’s a reason I refer to David as “mighty, mighty good man David.”

It’s because he really is a mighty, mighty good man.

I’ve written a lot of bitchy stuff about being knocked up on this blog. You, my tens of readers, can read those posts or not. Mighty, mighty good man David has no choice. He’s living these posts. So, I wanted to take a moment to sing his praises, so you will have to forgive me.

Here’s just a small sampling of the awesomeness that is David:

He buys me flowers for no reason.

My right hand is pretty much numb all the time now. The normal pregnancy swelling has given me carpel tunnel, which the doc tells me will most likely go away after the spawn is born. In the meantime, David rubs my hand for me at night because it somehow manages to be numb and sore.

When I say, “Damn, I’m so big” or “Holy shit, I’m fat,” David always says, “You’re not fat. You’re pregnant.”

The front steps to our house are pretty steep, and David doesn’t want me walking them unless I have to. That means David has been taking Homer for most of his walks these days, as well as lugging the trash, the recycling and the compost down the stairs every week.

He’s also the one that has to carry everything (groceries, baby shower gifts, etc.) up the stairs.

He is constantly leading me away from the kitchen sink, refusing to let me do dishes or even load or unload the dishwasher.

When we went to the Giants’ game on Sunday (it was Star Wars Day after all!), he drove and dropped me off at the gate closest to our seats while he hunted for parking. After the game, he left me in a shady spot under a tree while he retrieved the car and picked me up.

Whenever we get home from somewhere, David orders me to the couch and put my swollen feet up.

My point is the guy is a goddamn saint, who is taking amazingly good care of me; even when I probably don’t deserve it. I knew there was a reason I agreed to have his baby.

David is the best husband a girl could ask for. I think he’s the cat’s pajamas. He’s the bee’s knees. And every time I look at David it’s like this:


Author: The Sonia Show

I'm a writer/podcaster/mother/goober in San Francisco who likes to drink beer, shop, laugh and make other people laugh, watch old movies, feed my unhealthy obsession with pop culture, kick breast cancer's ass, go on adventures with my mighty, mighty good man David and my awesome autistic son, Calvin, wear orange and root for the San Francisco Giants, participate in general jackass-ery, talk about TV, eavesdrop on strangers' conversations, make nerdy “Star Wars” and “Simpsons” references, and post personal things about myself on the web for all to read, which makes me some sort of literary exhibitionist.

8 thoughts on “He’s a mighty, mighty good man

  1. Aww, this was really sweet. You guys make a great couple!!

  2. i agree David is just the best…your father never treated me that good. i even cut the lawns at 8 months PG. crazy David is really a keeper! I feel so blessed that he loves my daughter Sonia!!!!!

    • I remember Michelle mowing the lawn when she was super pregnant with Lorelei in 100-degree heat. Meanwhile, I was in the air-conditioned house with my feet up, because I’m an asshole.

  3. Yep, I met David on a couple of those Caliber photo walks we used to have.
    Yep, he’s a great guy from what I was able to gather.
    All the best to all of you.

  4. Wow….does he have a brother? J/K, all these posts over the past months have been super, super sweet. I love seeing good people getting together for all the right reasons and really flourish and grow in the lovely elixir of love. *sigh*

  5. Awwwww so cute, i’m still looking for a guy like David…enjoy him!

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