The Occasional Solipsist

Ok, maybe not any minute, but I think Superwife and I are going to be off to the hospital sooner rather than later.

She went to bed with some novel new cramps going on, and I can honestly say I've never been more excited to hear about someone else's discomfort.

Not that I want her to go through any more pain than she has to. Its just that cramps lead to contractions, contractions lead to labour, and that lead to babybrown finally getting to show up.

I can't wait for our baby to enter the world.

And sure, I imagine that there are any number of statments that can be made about a guy that is so into his wife's pregnancy. But you know what a person could do with any of those statements?

Yup. That person could cram 'em right up their ass.

I am so glad that I'm in touch with my feelings, and comfortable enough in my own skin to get involved in the pregnancy without feeling like my manhood is somehow endangered.

And I know my wife loves that I am so involved too.

If anything, I think the whole macho thing is represented the wrong way in our society. A guy who shows interest in and affection for his kids has got to be seen as a more suitable mate for most women. Yet its still seen as unusual for a guy to do just that. Like only Moms can love their kids in front of other people.

There's a tv commerical for minivans that reflects a more modern attitude, if not my taste in transportation. It shows a number of sports cars, touting each owner's virility as the camera pans, and then the last car shown is a great big minivan, and the camera stops on a Dad surrounded by kids, whereupon his virility becomes a given.

That guy is the way Dads should be portrayed nowadays I think.

And no, this does not mean that I am going to cave and ever buy a minivan.

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