It’s all so freaky because we’ve both known for a while that if we ever got pregnant, I would be the one to stay at home to raise the Bubby, at least initially.
The Host earns almost twice as much as me, so that’s that. Our jobs are location-specific, and the new job she’s starting this summer means we will be out of commuting distance.
So we were prepared to have a more-or-less weekend marriage when it was just two of us. But now that we’re three, we will all have to move close to her work near Cambridge.
