I don't think I said it was a competition did I? Given that he was at sea when I found out I was pregnant, in Norway when I told him, and spent most of the intervening months somewhere under the ocean, it would have been lovely to see him for 20 minutes a day, or even speak to him. I went to my scans on my own, hospital appointments for a problem that cropped up on my own, as my Mum lived 180 miles away; and ds was early, so dh was at sea, and didn't know he was born til 3 days after the event when the submarine came up to periscope depth for messages. Ds was in SCBU, so I could have done with dh being about.
Look, he is there. Presumably if you needed him to he would swap shifts. I found in my second trimester that I was tired and still felt a bit sick, so would get in from work, eat brown rice and cheese, and snooze in front of the TV.
I was a Navy wife til dh retired, and spent lots of time on my own. I hogged the remote, took long hot baths, watched what I wanted on TV, did a couple of things in the village, made lists of what we'd need for the sprog....you have the internet for shopping now, planned ds's room. Pre and post ds, I read a lot, joined a book group, did yoga, (and there usually is stuff about if you live rurally), as my home is in rural Cornwall, stocked the freezer. When the baby arrives you'll miss the quiet evenings on your own. They don't really come back til they hit 12 or so, when they stick to their rooms like glue.
Whilst I missed dh, it was good to have that time alone, to let the reality of being pregnant sink in, to revel in it really, to have time to notice the changes in my body. I didn't get that time and headspace back until ds went off to board for sixth form. You have some time to you; to be you as you are now, before everything changes irrevocably; embrace it and enjoy it. It is the calm before the engulfing storm of being a Mum. I'm still trying to get my head round that one, and ds is 22!!!!
Good luck with it all.