My boyfriend delivers babies. I have a hard time wrapping my head around that fact sometimes. In part because I've never actually seen him do anything medical.

I have, however, started to subconsciously compete with these pregnant ladies for attention. The other day, I pricked my finger on the roses he bought me for Valentine's Day. I didn't even know that I had hurt it until he pointed out the blood. And suddenly I became all: "Oh my god, I can't look, can you bandage it for me??" It wasn't much deeper than a paper cut. And I work in the healthcare field. But he gamely bandaged me up. And then we stood there looking at each other. It was very anti-climatic. My, uh, hero.

And then I just felt dumb.