I didn’t expect to be at the end of October with a still-pregnant-wife. Our doctors didn’t expect that, either. But here we are. Kristen is still pregnant, Noah is still growing.
At this point, I’m ready for Noah to be born. I know that Kristen is! I feel so bad for her. Her contractions keep her awake many nights, which makes her tired. And they’re getting more painful, which is also tiring. And there’s nothing that I can do to take that pain away. That is so difficult to deal with. Especially for a person like me, who not only loves his wife but likes her (a combination that, from what I read elsewhere, is becoming more rare in marriages these days). And I love to solve problems — but this is a problem that I can’t do anything about.
So I do my best to take care of Kristen and Noah, while still taking care of things around the house and everything at work. I’ve also been trying to build up overtime hours at work so that I can bank them as comp time. Otherwise, I would only get 40 hours of leave when Noah is born. I wish that the US gave more family leave time. But large employers are only required to give 40 hours, and that is all mine gives.
Life is a juggling act right now (one that I’m happy to do!) I’m anxious about Kristen’s health and Noah’s health and excited for his arrival and maybe a little stressed by it all. But I think this is how things are supposed to be right now. So I’ll embrace being a juggler for a bit longer.