I walked to work this morning, which I haven't done in several weeks. Pregnancy (or trying to become pregnant) for a woman involves so many preconceptions and misconceptions about what your body is supposed to be like, and how you are supposed to take care of it, what you should or shouldn't eat, how much exercise, on and on. That mentality does tend to drift to the husband, in my experience. Realistically, there is little I can do to my own body to help with this process, but I can't help but think that I ought to be doing the things she is doing. Maybe I'm trying to set a positive example, or perhaps I'm just moving toward the ideas of the person I love.
Think about sympathetic weight gain. With one or two notable exceptions, every man I know has gained weight along with his wife during the pregnancy process, unless she was prone to a great deal of exercise. Then the baby is born, and poof, (some of) that weight is gone, but not for the guys! Considering I'm already over where I probably should be for mobility's sake, the last thing I need is another 10-20 pounds. At least this time, I won't be waking up in the middle of the night to take care of the new baby; thank goodness for that!
Mandy says we should be finalizing plans very soon for our trip to Cali in another two weeks; I do hope I can manage to take care of my job in the midst of all this personal business. Still, this will be the most I have spoken to GG about anything, so this will be a big step for me. Not that I don't already have opinions! Mandy has just seen fit to communicate them herself :P