Today I had a checkup at my lady doctor, and the couches in those offices, in case you've never been to one, are packed with women eating for two. There's the occasional husband/boyfriend/baby daddy there too, but usually it's just the ladies. But this morning nearly every woman was accompanied by her male counterpart.
And, while most of the men were doting on the ladies carrying what was likely their child, sitting across from me was a couple where the guy looked positively absolutely beyond uncomfortable. Instead of assisting his super pregnant wife with anything (water, a hand to help her get up, anything) or being affectionate with her, he just sat there looking nervous with his hands squished between his knees, dodging any and all eye contact, be it with her or anyone else. Even when she picked up a magazine and tried to engage him in conversation, he merely mumbled out a comment here or there. I seriously wanted to shake this dude and tell him it's about time he grew a pair.
If I'm ever in the position of being preggers, I certainly hope that my significant other will be a little more on the ball - and much sweeter - than this wet blanket.
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