Twitter: Just... the Words in Book Two: The Fifteenth Year of the Third Millennium of the Common Era

When my wife comes home from work, I always ask her how her day went… how she’s feeling… how work was… the usual caring and concerned things a husband would do.

Tonight when she came home… same stuff. Same answers. So I asked how she was doing physically. Like… do her feet hurt after a long day, has her typical headache stuff come back. Her response? “My breasts still hurt. I’ve just resigned myself to the fact that I am probably pregnant. I’m not ready and it is freaking me out. Maybe I should take a pregnancy test.”

I… it… I mean… yeah, there is a significant possibility that she is pregnant. But tender breasts, especially when they are a common and recurring symptom for her in regards to an incoming period, just doesn’t feel like enough of a physical symptom to be so certain. So… I don’t know if she’s certain because she doesn’t think she’s ready… or if she’s certain because of some womanly intuition… or what the deal is. I’m glad she’s finally decided to take a pregnancy test within the next few days.

What I told her, and what I mean:
No matter what happens, I still love her and find her beautiful. And no matter what happens, we still need to work on our marriage.

I think about my Goals for 2015… the whole really trying to get our marriage together to know if it is (a) salvageable; (b) workable; or (c) terminal… and… if there is a baby in the works… then that means there are no options. It means that no matter if we can make the marriage work to my satisfaction… I’m in it for the wife and baby, and my life will be one of those fun tragedies where the husband is there to be a Dad and the whole “husband” side of it is ignored.

Last updated January 05, 2016