Here’s a little insight into the life of a married man with one son, and another baby on the way. It’s tough. I’m going to go ahead and say that the husbands job is just as hard as the wife’s job with #2.
(Maybe that is what we should call The New Guy, “#2” – “Number Two, you look so healthy, and youthful. Frau, you look so… right.” – What movie?)
Sure, Kate has to grow a baby. But you know what grow a baby means? It means she is too tired or to sick to cook, clean, do laundry, give Bean a bath, etc. Grow a baby means come home from work, take a nap, wake up for dinner, take a nap, wake up to throw up, take a shower, go to bed, toss and turn all night with a chance of throwing up, wake up the next morning and start alllllll over again. Sounds tough right? It’s exhausting and I can totally vouch for that! Really, I do feel bad for her.
But a dad’s role during number two is just as hard. Because the wife is pregnant, my day-to-day goes like this: go to work, come home to a hungry bunch (some who yell and some who bark), feed the dogs, make dinner, empty the dishwasher, play with Bean to distract him from his stomach which is obviously eating itself because he hasn’t eaten in the last 5 minutes, finish cooking dinner, sit down for a nice family meal, wipe the spaghetti off the ceiling that Bean probably threw, wipe Bean down because he has spaghetti in his hair, watch Bean destroy the house by dragging every single toy out, play with trucks, throw the ball at the dogs, grab the little man for a bath, get soaked in the bathroom because Bean like to splash, get the little man into Pj’s, maybe a quick read, and lay him down. Then its off to clean the kitchen, do the dishes, pick up Bean’s crap, grab a load of laundry (maybe), send Kate off to bed upset because she doesn’t like to go to bed by herself, and finally if there is nothing else going on, land on the couch for a little quiet time. Which usually includes barking dogs.
Do you see how much bigger my paragraph is!?! Number Two, is very different than Number One. The first time around you have no idea what’s coming so you spend your time by your bride’s side. You hold her hair back while she is yacking. You feel bad for how big her feet are getting. With Number Two I know exactly what’s coming. I still feel bad for her and know how hard it is to grow a baby, but my job is hard too. This time there is another little guy that needs attention or he turns into this strange screaming yelling crying little man that no one can understand. So who takes care of Dad? Who help’s me out during all of this? Should I call my mom, will she help me?
I’m not writing this to be mean or take anything away from how draining it is to grow a baby, I’m just saying “where’s the love ya’ll?” I love my bride. I love that she is pregnant again. I don’t even mind giving in to a little foot rub here and there. But don’t think the man’s job in all of this is easy. Number Two is very different and its tough!
But with all of that said, this weekend during our much needed break from each other, I missed them more than I ever have before. Kate was home, I was in Gulf Breeze, and Bean Man was with his grandparents. Don’t get me wrong I had a great time and I will tell you guys about that soon, but I thought about the fam all weekend. Our life is so hectic and everyday it seems crazier than the day before. But I love it. The older Bean gets the more his personality shows, which means more screams and yells, but I love it. Kate is pregnant again and she is so sick sometimes we can barely have a conversation, but that doesn’t matter either. I still love her more than a fat kid loves cake. This past weekend I drank for two days straight and most of that time I was surrounded by women in bikinis, but I was thinking about my preger wife back home who didn’t feel well and my kid who was having fun at Disney. Its funny how your perspective shifts over time.