It’s getting near go time for our baby to make an appearance – although I must say, my wife REALLY loves being pregnant. She is a big fan of not sleeping, having to pee every hour and being unable to do basic tasks. I’ve never went through this process, but luckily everyone is on the same page. I had a conversation with a couple buddies this weekend, I’ll call them 1 and 2 for ease.
Pal 1: “Make sure you see the baby coming out, man. It’s so amazing!” #2 “Hell no. Don’t look. Don’t ever look.” #1 “No way, it’s great. You see your kid coming out, it’s all messy – so messy, but then it unfolds and starting screaming.” #2 “I told you. Don’t look.” It appears number 1 is losing the case…
I can actually stomach a lot. I’ve watched my own hand stitched up, I don’t flinch or look away for needles and I watch a lot of medical shows. I just can’t stand to bones break out of skin. Unless my wife is doing skateboard tricks, I should be OK – but how cool would that be?