The situation with the father of my baby is difficult enough
(notice I called him “the father of my baby” and none of the more socially
acceptable titles of husband, fiancé, or even boyfriend, which would likely
still raise an eyebrow or two). Throw in the pregnancy and the hormones and it
has been…interesting.
We are trying – and I can honestly say “we” – to make the
best of a challenging situation. I got pregnant two months after meeting him
(clearly an unplanned, but lovely surprise), stopped short his planned marriage
proposal and then decided that a romantic relationship between us is just not
what the doctor ordered right now. And I’ve been to a lot of doctors. He (we’ll
call him “F” for father), obviously and justifiably, was upset and shocked and
all of the many other adjectives that I could use to underplay his reaction,
however he is handling it as best he can. My fear is that his best and my best
are not enough. They are at least not coming together very well.
I admit I am controlling to a fault. I am independent to a
fault. Stubborn to a …. you get the idea. But F likes to over-analyze everything, including me, and I am not a wonderful subject for over-analysis. After
33 years, I am lucky I understand myself
sometimes. God speed to him with that journey.
Thank goodness it takes babies so long to cook…
104 days to go!!!
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