I love my wife so much and I just want her to be happy, and I certainly I hope I can make sure she is happy while she is bed ridden. I can't even begin to imagine how she must feel, being in the hospital, and at some points she will be all alone. I can't stand that thought. I want to be there for her, all the time, but I know I can't, mostly because I have to work. If it weren't for that small inconvenience I would be there in her room by her side for the rest of this trip.
I think I could've done more and been there more for this whole experience, looking back I think I did kind of a lousy job. I mean I helped her out as best I could, or at least I think I did, but I also did an awful lot of complaining, and I wish I could take that back. I kind of want to pose that advise to anyone who reads this. Don't complain, because more likely the reason your complaining is selfish or stupid, and your wife is always right, always! I mean that.
When I think about my life, I wonder what I could've possibly done to deserve this. That is, what could I have possibly have done to be so lucky. I met the love of my life, married her, and now we're having a baby. Sure there have been some obstacles along the way, but there have been so many more good things than bad things. I am overwhelmed with happiness. Even as I write this entry I find myself thinking how happy I am.