This means many things: big changes from a lifestyle standpoint; a much different schedule; a shift in the intellectual landscape when it comes to what he's reading at night. He's never home; he's gone vegetarian; I now suspect he loves me for my staff parking pass as much as he loves me as the bearer of his child.
But the thing I'm REALLY dwelling on this month: his sweet, sweet, health insurance coverage as a GSRA. For serious, every time I think about it, I am practically lying on the ground sideways bicycling my legs while making crazy yipping noises.