Last night I dreamt I ran into my husband on post. Not very likely or realistic during SERE school, but OK. We stood there and talked for a few moments before we had to say goodbye. And a voice in my head was saying, "Tell him you're pregnant! Tell him!"
I didn't.
As I walked away from him, I had the urge to turn around and blurt the news to him. It would be so easy, to just tell him. But I held myself back for two very practical reasons: 1) he needs to focus on SERE and not be distracted and 2) I am not at all confident that the pregnancy will last and I hate to get his hopes up.
As bad as it got last night -- and it was bad, and painful, and confidence-shattering -- I know it's not nearly as bad as my husband has it right now. I can bear this burden alone while he bears his. I wouldn't tell him right now even if I could.
That's how much I love my husband.
I wonder how he's doing...he should be heading into the nasty part...
Posted by Sarah at February 27, 2009 07:35 AM | TrackBackYou love him enough not to tell him.
I love that. I really do.
Posted by: Amritas at February 27, 2009 08:55 AMThat is a lot of love, not sure I could do that.
Posted by: Ruth H at February 27, 2009 12:23 PM