I\u2019m 39 weeks pregnant, exhausted, and barely sleeping. My husband Alan has missed almost every appointment, ignored the unfinished nursery, and brushed off every request for help. \u201cYou\u2019re always nagging,\u201d he likes to say. Still, I tried to make his 39th birthday special. His sister hosted a dinner, and I showed up in my best maternity dress, pretending the pressure in my hips didn\u2019t feel like breaking glass.<\/p>\n
Dinner started fine\u2014family chatting, Zoey giggling, the smell of roast chicken everywhere. Then, halfway through the meal, Alan turned to me with a grin.<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter dinner, you should take Zoey home and put her to bed. I\u2019ll stay here and party with everyone.\u201d<\/p>\n
My fork slipped. \u201cYou want me to leave? Alone? I\u2019m 39 weeks pregnant.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, Cath, don\u2019t be dramatic.\u201d<\/p>\n
Before I could respond, his mother Grace stood up, furious. \u201cRepeat what you just said to your wife.\u201d When he did, the room fell silent. Grace\u2019s voice was ice. \u201cYour pregnant wife could go into labor at ANY moment, and you want her to drive home alone so you can drink beer?\u201d<\/p>\n
Alan shrank into his seat.<\/p>\n
I left with Zoey\u2014and Grace came with me.<\/p>\n
Back home, as I sat aching on the couch, I realized something: I wasn\u2019t afraid of childbirth. I was afraid of raising two kids with a husband who\u2019d already checked out.<\/p>\n
Soon this baby will arrive. And after that, I\u2019ll decide what kind of family my children deserve.<\/p>\n
One thing is certain: they will never doubt they\u2019re loved.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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