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I hate it when Casey and I fight. I took her dinner last night and our conversation just devolved. She doesn't like that I worry so much, but I love her and she's carrying our children. She should know that I'm not going to stop worrying. I know that she doesn't want to, but eventually she's going to have to slow down. I understand her fears about her career. It's at least a part of the reason that I haven't had any children before now. As hard as she works, and as good as she is, her career will survive a few months of maternity leave. I really hate it when we fight.