Everyone Keeps Asking How My Wife Is

"Tired, exhausted, but okay," I say.

"When is the baby due?" they say.

"Soon," I say. "Very soon."

"Wow, but how is she? Is she okay?"

"Yes, she's resting at home."

Sure, I'm not pregnant.

Sure, I don't have a little alien inside of me taking all my nutrients and energy.

Maybe I have it a little easier.

But I like to be asked how I am.

Sometimes, at least. Maybe occasionally. Maybe once a month. Okay, once a year, that's fine, that's it. No more.