I can feel it. He won’t admit it, of course, but he is. His worry covers him like a second skin. He wants to get me to the lab and back to the house where I’m safe. He’s not alone, though. I feel it too. I don’t want to make matters worse by saying what I’m thinking, but I feel it like he already knows. If I had to describe it, it’s like there’s this energy out there that wants to pull us apart. Sleeping last night was impossible. Jonas held onto me so tight I couldn’t move, and I could hardly breathe. But if keeping me close was a comfort to him, I wasn’t going to argue about his methods.I’m hoping today’s prenatal checkup calms him a bit. Since it’s been well over a month I’m due to be checked, weighed, and measured. Putting on a smile for me, we stroll into the office hand in hand. Just having him here relaxes me. In my spare time I’ve been reading everything on babies and pregnancy and none of it eases my nerves. While he was in the shower this morning I made the mistake of Youtubing a birthing video.
