I understand that I’m the one carrying the baby, I feel nauseated every day, I get the stretch marks, I get to push the baby out or have her removed from me.
My husband, while not the one carrying the baby, carries many of the extra burdens because I just can’t do them anymore.
He drives me to the hospital when I can’t feel the baby kick.
He reminds me of the family and support team I have when work, school, pregnancy, motherhood, and overall life get too hard to handle.