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.