Everything has been great so far. Except for my mood swings, of course. But Alex never complains about anything. Instead, he has grown even more protective and possessive of me. I remember when I was normally walking in the hallway and slightly stumbled as my foot got locked on the edge of the carpet; he freaking ordered all the carpets to be removed from the pack house until the baby was born. I told him there was no need for that, but that man didn't listen. He hardly lets me out of the house or lets anyone near me except the girls.