What to write about. What to write about. Let’s see. Oh, so I started reading the obligatory baby books for fathers recently, and it turns out it really sucks to be a woman during the delivery process. I was reading all about what I should expect in the delivery room and it is not pretty. Reminds me of a joke I heard a while back. A doctor asks his patient if she has any questions regarding her pregnancy. She replies, "Well, I'm a little worried about the pain. How much will childbirth hurt?"
"Grab your upper lip and pull it out a little..."
"Like this?"
"A little more..."
"Like this?"
"No. A little more..."
"Like this?"
"Yes. Does that hurt?"
"Yeah, a little bit."
"Now stretch it over your head!"
"Like this?"
"A little more..."
"Like this?"
"No. A little more..."
"Like this?"
"Yes. Does that hurt?"
"Yeah, a little bit."
"Now stretch it over your head!"
Somehow I don’t think my wife laughed at that joke. Anyway, let me also say it was not a wise move eating tomato soup while absorbing all the gruesome details in the chapter. Thank the Lord there were no pictures because I might have lost it.
Well, I have one chapter down, eleven more to go. By the end I expect myself be an expert at being a father. I am off to finish reading about how to change a diaper. I just read that it is important to take the babies socks off when changing them because they have the uncanny ability to drag their feet through their own poop. Lovely. Can’t wait to be a dad :) To finish this stupid entry off, I found an amusing picture that has nothing to do with this topic. Enjoy.
