Out of my hands

I’ve decided that it is a bit of a challenge being the husband of a pregnant wife.


I’m sure that is probably not only an understatement, but an amazingly obvious one as well. I’m sure many of you think that I’m about to complain about hormonal mood changes or strange cravings. No, what I find the hardest these days is knowing that there are things I just can’t help with.

When she is in pain or uncomfortable in some way I can help sometimes, but not always. I get medicine or comfort food or I give hugs, but it really tears me up sometimes when I know that I can only help so much. I’ve always been the kind of person who wants to ease the burden of others, but I don’t feel like I can do enough this time.

Maybe I should accept that I am doing my best and get over myself. But, that doesn’t mean that I won’t stop trying.