I feel like the morning after a rugby match. I have aches in my back and sore shoulders. I certainly didn’t expect this after only one afternoon wearing the pregnancy suit. My whole body is adjusting to my new portly physique.
Real pregnancy is a gradual process rather than being thrown right into the deep end with a 35 pounder. Am feeling that this is a little unfair.
My wife wasn’t as sympathetic as I anticipated when I called her to wish her a Happy Valentines. I wonder whether this is because she is not here to witness my ordeal and this makes it difficult for her to comprehend what I am embarking on.
I reflect on the fact that I was working for much of her pregnancy and perhaps she felt very much alone at that time also? maybe I should have given her more mental support to her during the months that she was pregnant with our son.
I think this will be a whole month of reflection for better or for worse.