So I read this Jeanne Sager's "Should Dads Say 'We're' Pregnant?" article in The Stir here on CafeMom today, and it made me a little angry, I must admit. Why? Well, in the article, she says she doesn't think men are entitled to claim they're pregnant since they aren't the ones enduring 9mos of bloating, dehydration, fatigue, etc. I disagree.
Sure, I was the one who spent the majority of my day for about 7mos either puking or trying like hell not to do so. I was the one who gained the weight and horrendous stretchmarks. I was the one who dealt with sciatica and felt like my body was betraying me. I was the one who, like Sager, lay in a cold ER with an IV getting rehydrated after being so sick for so long that I couldn't even keep down my own spit, and, just like her hubby, mine was also queasy at the sight of the needle going into my arm.
However, it wasn't solely my pregnancy. While it's true I did the actual gestating, he was my support. He endured my mood swings, my cravings, my complaints. He brought me Taco Bell 4x a day when that was the only thing I could keep down. He fought for my right to have Sprite while in that ER because he knew an empty stomach for me meant more puking. He held me when I cried for no reason out of the blue. He rubbed my swollen ankles, rubbed lotion on my belly, rubbed my aching back, and made sure I had gallons of milk on hand to guzzle. Yes, he laughed when he caught me chugging milk from the carton, but he also smiled at me and told me how beautiful I was, and thanked me for making him a Daddy.
So, yes, I was the only one who was actually pregnant, but I think he earned the right to say both times, "WE'RE pregnant."