A tear trickles down my nose and drops onto the pillow. A couple of others follow its rivulet.
What's this about? Why am I tearing up for no particular reason? I don't feel particularly emotional. Fascinated, interested, I lie there and make a list of possible semi-subliminal reasons.
- I'm reading the ninth-month final chapters of From Here to Paternity: The Diary of a Pregnant Man. Is it making me generally nervous about the birth and my role in that chaos?
- The cat has taken to sleeping between us, stopping me from cuddling up with AW whenever I want. Do I feel lonely?
- The sleeping cat has one paw curled over my arm. Do I want the sprog here right now?
- Am I wistful for all the things a baby will stop me doing and seeing? Work, holidays, cinema, football?
- Am I unsettled by today's news at work about possible redundancies? But I am planning to give up work anyway!
- Am I distressed at the thought of AW in pain? I've been thinking about that a lot.
I've not got much idea. Possibly all of the above are contributing to this vague sense of melancholia.
But it's a bit weird, to have tears for no discernable reason.
I have wondered over the last few days if it's possible for a man to have sympathetic symptoms.
- AW has thrown up a few times over the last few days, and has felt generally nauseous. I felt nauseous this evening.
- One night last week we both went to bed at 730pm, feeling exhausted (although I didn't sleep).
- She gets up for work around 515am. Normally I sleep until about 615. But for the last week, I've been waking up about half an hour before her. Even though I'm going to bed well after midnight.
Rod reckons men definitely experience some mirorring of symptoms.
