Maybe he's no romeo...a word about my man

After I had my first baby I began to notice something a bit odd. As sure as men in barber shops talk sports, women in play groups bitch about their partners. I was puzzled by this. Frankly I was riding some kind of euphoric love wave with my man after birth. We had just made a family. I thought he was a fantastic husband and father.

Lost in the Garden of Eden

When my first daughter got her first sickness, my husband and I had freaked out a little, on account of all the firsts. My first thoughts were; could this be something else, something awful? How would we know? My husband's first thought was more of a loud, angry edged question-"Where did she get this?" And it wasn't rhetorical. He seriously made me walk him him through the details of our week and give descriptions of the pallor and constitution of every baby friend we had come across. I found this both odd and futile.