It must be really strange to be the male partner of a pregnant woman. I don’t think there’s any way that they can truly understand what it’s like. I struggle to describe the things that I’m feeling, and a lot of it is stuff that I heard other women talk about, but I didn’t really understand until I started experiencing it for myself.
Darren is doing his best to be kind and tolerant, but I know he wishes I could still do as much cooking and cleaning as I usually do, and he’s noticing that our houseplants aren’t doing as well, our garden is neglected, and I’m not as on the ball about calling the landlord to get things fixed. To him, it must feel like his whole home environment is changing in ways he doesn’t like. And his wife is incredibly picky about food in ways that are inconvenient to him, feels sick and exhausted a lot of the time, and spends an inordinate amount of time lying in apparent sloth on the couch!
Come to think of it, when you take all of that into account, Darren is being a saint. 🙂 He spends more time than I do reading all of our books about pregnancy and birth. He gives up his research time so he can come to prenatal appointments, and he was completely unfazed by watching me get a pelvic exam. He looks things up for me in “What to Expect When You’re Expecting,” and he tries out my papaya enzyme tablets (for heartburn) to see what they taste like. He even made me feel better about my already-expanding body by telling me, “You’re not getting chubbier, you’re actually getting firmer!” God bless him, he really deserves some kind of award for that one.
He is a great partner, and he’s going to be an amazing dad. I can’t wait to see him with our kid.