My 100th Post

For my 100th post, I thought I'd do a nice little sappy number dedicated to my husband. Being pregnant, I'm entitled to be as emotional as I want to be, good or bad, right? Right.

I was thinking about how I've been doing the Cat-Cow yoga pose combination regularly because it helps with stretching and moving the core, something that can be slightly inhibited during pregnancy, and it helps with digestion. Then I began thinking about all the times my husband has been around, not minding (or ignoring? or enjoying?) the weird yoga poses I do at random times, depending on what needs stretching or flexing or bending or relaxing. He's always been fine with my unusual spiritual inclinations or emotional whims, Goddess depictions, Venus obsessions, and superficial interests. That's not something I can say for guys (or girls) I've known in the past, friends or otherwise.

Perhaps it's because he's Australian, where a "No Worries" attitude seems to apply to pretty much anything. They also generally tell it like it is most of the time, so I know if he DID have an opinion, I'd hear about it. Whatever the reason, it's nice to know that I can explore all kinds of cultures and interests without any nay-saying. That seems to be one of those things that makes for a healthy marriage - letting each other have our own individual interests that keep us excited about life. It also gives us new things to talk about with each other! Even if those new things aren't always interesting to the other person. ;)