This can be a very self-indulgent time. Especially for the moms. Everything is about how I am feeling, what I am eating, where I am going, and what I am wearing…and though I have laughed in response to Andy’s bemoaning “I feel left out of the pregnancy,” I see his point. I want him to share in this experience as much as possible, which is why I always tell him exactly what’s happening before and after I vomit up a meal that seemed fine going down.
But seriously, while I do want this to be a time of reflection, the virtue of my work is to be present with others, too, whether husband or parishioner. Perhaps this will keep me a little more grounded and not off into fantasy worlds about cribs and soccer mom vans.