Ode to My Husband’s Risotto*

Last week we had a joyful day

While Mr. Incredible worked far away.

We wanted to share it while he was far from home,

so we emailed him pictures to his iPhone.

The three happy brothers reacted with glee

to see our new little one floating on the little TV!

That’s right….we have a tiny new one

who just can’t wait to join the fun!

For weeks now my stomach has done flip flops

And sometimes there is just one thing to make it stop.

Last week the baby wanted risotto at nine o’clock.

My husband smiled patiently, betrayed no shock,

but went into the pantry to get the stock.

I gently directed while laying down

While Mr. Incredible ladled hot stock and stirred round and round.

The shallots were chopped and the parmesan grated

while I sat pathetically on the couch and waited.

It was delicious, contented my tummy

and it was made with love by my wonderful hubby.

I’ll only feel nausea for a few more weeks,

but my Mr. Incredible, he is for keeps!

*Cheesy poem courtesy of pregnancy hormones.