What I'd Say

It’s really difficult not to think about the fact that this would be my 20^th week of pregnancy.

 

I know a couple of men whose wives are pregnant, and while I’m happy for them, I’m really tired of seeing their enthusiastic Facebook posts about how everything is...Great! Super! So exciting!

 

The thing about it is…I desperately want to be happy for them. I am happy for them, but it still stings…a lot more than I realized before this morning. One husband posted about his wife’s symptoms and how he’d gladly bear them for her if he could.

So in addition to thinking about where my body would be right now, and how our baby would be growing (and that we’d find out soon if it were a boy or girl)…I am now thinking about Mr. Me, and how he would be acting if his wife had a baby in her belly…How he would be excited and worried about me all the time.

 

I realize it’s pointless to think about all of this, but like I said…it’s so difficult not to.