With pregnancy, apparently, comes very powerful fatigue. My wife likes to sleep. A lot.
She comes home, maybe has something to eat (cuz she's also always hungry) and then falls asleep on the couch.
This weekend, we were invited over to my uncle's house for dinner. Dinner is at 6. At 5, she lays on the couch to take a nap (after already having one earlier). "Wake me up at 5:30," she says.
Now...in a normal, non-pregnant, world, this is my prime opportunity to jump on the Xbox and play some games where I get to shoot things in the head or rock out on my fake guitar. But...not in this new pregnant world. In the new world, that kitchen better be clean before she wakes up. Or...dinner better be ready and on the table. This new world expects me to be responsible.
Anyway...it's probably good for me. I'm already noticing subtle changes in my behavior. Now, when I get home from work, I don't immediately jump onto the Xbox or onto my laptop to continue where I just left off from work. I am not immediately sitting in front of the TV to see what insult Barrak Obama has lobbed at Hillary Clinton. Now...I find myself doing the dishes. Or, taking out the trash. Or, walking the dog. Not huge steps, mind you. There's a long way to go before I'm totally ignoring my guilty pleasures so I can care for a little one. But, I feel it starting.
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