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This morning, I remembered the times we’d visited Heidi and Rich, Thom’s best man, and their new baby Megan since our wedding. I liked them both very much, and found Megan wonderful to hold, like a kitten. But I’d always been quickly bored of that little animal warmth, and was happy to pass it back to Heidi so she could uncover an udder and feed the squirming creature. I never felt broody when we saw them – ha! In fact, last time we went, we even talked on the way home about how we hoped our feelings about babies would change before we had them ourselves – and never looked forward to seeing the baby, rather than Rich and Heidi. Yet there we were tonight. Pregnant, and on their doorstep again for another visit. We had a nice enough time, but I couldn’t wait until we were driving home again.

Me: Did you see the face they made at one another?

Thom: What face?

Me: The ‘Didn’t we say’ face.

Thom: Didn’t they say what?

Me: Have you really not noticed that when we’ve told people? The second you’re married, everyone starts waiting for the womb on legs in the relationship to get knocked up.

Thom: [laughing] I can’t say I have noticed that, I’m afraid.

Me: No! I know you haven’t! And do you know why? Because –

Thom: I’m a man. I know. And I can’t tell you how sorry I am about that fact right at this moment.

Me: [laughing] Thom, I’m not blaming you. I’m just saying it’s another one of the countless things which exposes the idea of pregnancy being some kind of partnership as completely and utterly false. We are not pregnant. I am pregnant. I am the one everyone is watching. If something happens to this baby, whose fault do you think people will think that is?

Thom: [stopping the car] Kiki. If anything – heaven forbid, times a million – if anything happens to this baby, I couldn’t give the slightest shit what anyone else says. My only concern is loving it, and loving you, and making sure that even if it’s a tiny contribution, I do whatever I can to make your lives better.

Me: [crying] I’m just so hormonal. You don’t know what it’s like.

Thom: [pulling me into a hug] I know, Keeks. I know.

TO DO:

Investigate how long these crazy hormones are supposed to last

On second thoughts, maybe don’t

Do something nice for Thom