“I don’t know how I’m supposed to do this without you.”
“You don’t have to know yet.”
“And what if I never figure it out?”
He thought for a moment.
“Then you’ll make it up as you go.”
I gave him a miserable look.
“That might be the worst advice you’ve ever given me.”
“It’s the most truthful advice I’ve got.”
I hated him a little for saying it.
Mostly because I knew he was right.
By the time I entered my eighth month of pregnancy, Mark was becoming weaker much faster than we had expected.
Pregnancy & Maternity
One morning, I found him standing in front of the bedroom mirror trying to button his shirt.
His fingers were trembling.
“Give me that,” I said.
“I can do it.”
“You put the third button into the fourth hole.”
He looked down at himself.
