Invisible Man
Any other guys out there ever noticed that when your wife is pregnant, she gets all of the attention? Like you had nothing to do with it?
Every where we go, “How are you feeling, girl?” “Are you getting sick?” “I hope you’re eating well.”
What about how I’m feeling? Maybe I could get sick from nervousness? And suppose I’ve been living off of Subway the last few months? Does that matter to anybody round here?
Of course, I’m just joking. It’s about to be a rough couple of months for my favorite girl. But I do find it interesting that in a culture where the father seems to be missing far more often than he’s present, there sure are a lot of folks subconsciously eager to forget he’s standing there as they coo and comfort the mother-to-be.
I won’t say it takes a lot to be a father-to-be, there’s very little I’ve had to do outside of the process of making the baby. But I am the one that runs to the store at a moment’s notice, and has tried to take up the mantle of domestic survival in the house. Yeah, that’s what I’m supposed to do, and no, I shouldn’t be seeking any credit for it.
But if she’s getting credit for incubating the baby, then doggone it, at least I should get some love for making it as easy on her as humanly possible.
Even from my guys, the first question out of most of their mouths is, “How’s mommy doing?” Dawg, you think I would be calling you if I wasn’t on the verge of tears? She’s fine, eating up everything in the house and then falling asleep.
Maybe that’s what I should do. Eat up everything and then fall asleep. Then my wife will have quite the story to tell, and I’ll no longer be the silent partner in child bearing.
Or, I could just stick to writing to you all.
