As I continue into the foray of pregnancy and my baby continues to grow, move, kick and develop inside of me, I am not surprised to find that I am gaining weight, becoming more emotional and am requiring more sleep than I can ever remember wanting or needing. What I AM surprised by are the emotional outbursts, mood swings, weight gain and additional sleep requirements that my HUSBAND is exhibiting.
For example, last night, after sitting in somber, contemplative silence for most of the night, I ventured to ask my significant other what was on his mind. In response I received a grunt and a shoulder shrug. A few minutes later at the ripe old hour of 9:00pm on a Saturday night, he announced he was going to bed and moped upstairs (this after a five hour nap that afternoon, mind you). I went to lay down with him hoping to get some insight into what was on his mind. After laying in silence for several minutes, I asked him if he had any interest in buying a new I Phone. He replied that he did not. "Good, I remarked, I have heard bad things about them". Uh-oh! Apparently negative speak of I Phones was not to be on the menu this evening. "Well, I haven't heard bad things about them" he roared back at me, "EVERYONE I know that has one LOVES it" suddenly he launched into a rant about how I am always bashing him, criticizing everything he likes, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah... This rant continued for a few more minutes until I managed to ease my pregnant, aching back off the bed without doing any permanent harm to myself and escape to the relative safety (and quiet) of our living room. As I sat in silence in our darkened living room with my purring cat looking up from my lap as if to assure me that HE would never go off on me in such a manner I began to wonder, "Just exactly who is the pregnant one here?"
It seems that as my pregnancy has progressed, my husbands symptoms (aching back and feet, nausea, sleepiness, heartburn, mood swings, etc...) have increased at a much accelerated pace to any symptoms I have experienced. This can be frustrating because when I want to take up the whole couch and take a nap, he has beat me to it, when I want to be pampered, his back is hurting him, when I'm not feeling well, neither is he. Is this natures way of preparing me for child rearing? By first presenting me with a pregnant husband, desperately in need of my care?
This question still hung heavy on my mind as I tip toed back into the minefield of our bedroom. As I laid down as gently as possible so as not to wake the beast, he surprised me once again by wrapping his arms around me, lodging his head against my shoulder and whispering that he loved me. Instead of following my first instinct, which was to look at him like he had three heads and ask him just what planet of hormonal dysfunction he was residing on, I wrapped my arms around him and told him I loved him too. As I lay awake I acknowledged that, while there may be much confusion and many things I am not aware of regarding pregnant husbands (and pregnant wives for that matter) there is one thing I am 100% sure of, and that is this: For the rest of our hopefully long lives together, I will never ever speak poorly of the I Phone in my husbands presence again!
Dedicated to Pregnant Husbands (and Wives, and perhaps undeservingly judged I Phones Everywhere)
-New Mommy In Town
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