Here I sit in a male shell, wishing I could get knocked up, pregnant, made to suffer 9 months of all manner of nuisances, the stretch marks the wardrobe hassles. morning sickness and weird cravings.
Meanwhile ordinary females likely would think I must be frigging insane. Oh he's insane, don't get too close it might be contagious.
Meanwhile, well I know what HE feels like while he's doing his guy thing, as I am stuck in the back row unable to really leave or anything. And it's annoying. I can feel his thoughts. Guys, they have it so easy. Sex is just play time. Grunting sweating moment of pleasure and they are out of the picture.
But I feel such overwhelming envy for all I can never have. I feel ripped off.
And because I can't really 'go away' when he is around, I also suffer the feelings he has. Because he feels like a failure as a guy due to disability.
I do remember one thing though prior to having our son. And it is worth saying. We debated briefly, about the wisdom of having a child when I had just been told I was disabled with fybromyalgia and my future was not going to be very fun. We decided, well we were not going to wait for some magical moment when we could afford kids. There is no magical moment when you can afford kids. Rich or poor, there is never enough money. So we went and had our son by intent all the same.
I suppose I can say, tat while it will not be easy, at the same time, there is no such thing as 'easy parenting'. Hey, you will need to pass all the same tests every parent has to pass. The one having the child, your health will be at risk. The one watching, is risking losing a spouse to child birth. Being the one to possibly die is no thrill, and losing the one you love is no thrill. Oh there are so many things that make being a parent a lot of dangerous moments.
But you also get all the moments of joy too.
I didn't carry my son, but, I was still part of the process.
And I sure did the housewife part. My wife worked I was at home. Spent most of the first 5 years strolling around town with him. I was out and about with my son while most dad's were at work. I was at home raising my son, while most dad's were at work. I lived the life my mother had lived when I was young.
But I missed out on the morning sickness and stretch marks. I missed out on the screaming part too

But I managed to do all the rest of the stuff I suppose.
I think over all, you will enjoy being parents, and you will likely experience things that madden you as well.
Oh well, if I had a dollar for every time I was angered as a parent because of something connected to my son, and often connected in some fashion with the education system. It's not like you will not have your chances to get angry at the education system I suppose.
I don't see you suffering any real problems being temporarily in the other role and maybe wearing the other side's apparel.