I think I’m married to Wonder Woman…

No, my wife is not from the Amazon nor does she walk around in tights or fly an invisible airplane. However, she does have absurd amounts of energy and a work ethic that rivals all normal humans. Seriously! She is seven weeks from her due date, works a full day and then comes home and works on stuff for our little bun in the oven. By the time I get home at night, I’m tired and don’t want to do anything at all. I have even resorted to taking naps in the evening…on purpose. Sometimes it reminds me of when I used to go jogging with friends back in college. You never wanted to be the one to say let’s only do one more lap or let’s go five more minutes because you didn’t want to look weak or lame. Well, my wife puts me to shame. If being pregnant during the summer, working full time and still having energy to do things was an olympic sport…I would be married to the reigning champion. Now all I need to do is talk to the IOC and try and get her a gold medal…or at least some gold wristbands!