Am I worth less than Mark Zuckerberg?

I studied computer science

I thought I could change the world when I left school

(perhaps naively assuming I needed to stick around until I finished school)

I started my first venture when I was 23

(albeit with a slightly less ambitious goal than to connect the world)

So why am I not worth $19.1B (or even $15.5B)?

Mom?

This must have been my big-man train of thought when I blurted out “I’m no Mark Zuckerburg, but…” to my wife as we were shopping for maternity clothes.

This weekend’s mission was to find a pair of white linen pants (or a red poly-cotton blend dress, whichever came first...), and winning would mean taking home a piece we could dress up or dress down and fit into all throughout the last two and a half months of our pregnancy!

I’m sure navigating the largest tech IPO in history wasn’t easy for Mark, but that must have been quite linear and predictable compared to our shopping adventure!

Before I could finish the sentence, and possibly become self-aware, she pulled me close, kissed me on the cheek and proclaimed “you are my Mark Zuckerburg”!

I felt loved. I felt like a man. Possibly worth more than Mark Zuckerberg.

Five incredibly perceptive and well-timed words from her, that’s all it took.

If one lady in my life has that kind of power, how is this going to work when I have two??

73 days to go.

Am I cheating on my wife?

Our first date was a non date. We were just-friends going out to dinner. It was easy, it was fun, there was sushi. Yum.

As our friendly-emails grew more frequent, one day, she sent me a cheeky picture of herself, close up, staring longingly at a piece of tuna sushi. Done.

As we got closer together, sushi became our thing, among other things. We love going out to sushi, we love ordering in sushi, we just love sushi.

Or at least we did. Until we got pregnant. Somewhere in the excitement and panic and wonder and worry, something got lost. "We" can't eat raw seafood anymore. No more sushi.

I didn't have to deal with weeks of nausea. I haven't had to start taking a regiment of 7 prenatal pills every day. I don't spend my mornings stretching to ease the pain in my lower back. I can still fit into all my clothes and I don't have a clue how I would deal with not feeling in control of my body. But i'm here, wanting to be here, possibly not helping, but trying. 

I'm here in spirit, totally. We're partners, all the way.

Until last tuesday.

I stepped out of the office to pick up lunch, went into the corner deli, walked past the sandwich counter, saw the pre-packaged tuna sushi+roll combo for $7.95, and....

OMFG, it was so good!

81 days to go.