Well, I don’t like counting my chickens before they’ve hatched, so I’ve had trouble letting myself enjoy this fully until I see the doctor give me the thumbs up. That said, I think it is important to note the potency of my sperm. I joked with Amy before we started that this should be no problem given our combined Irish-Catholic ancestry. Secretly I worried that I’d be the statistic of my family and be as sterile as an operating table. Five pregnancy tests later, it looks like my fears were undue.
So, I’d like to take this time to gloat. My super sperm did the job on the first cycle! Word!
Like little soldiers on the shores of Normandy, they persevered and won the day. Thank you, sperm. Thank you for giving it your all and sealing the deal. Your service to this birth will not go unforgotten and your valiant efforts will echo through time. I’d also like to take this time for a moment of silence for all those millions of sperm who didn’t make the trip home, you will be missed…
(please bow your head and reflect on their sacrifice)
Regardless of my cautious nature, I am exuberant that we are on the road to babytown. I can’t wait to get our first sonogram and really celebrate!
One last note, I am embarking on a journey that may break my fragile spirit and/or body. Long have I heard he horror stories of what women, drunk with hormones, have subjected their baby-daddies to. From verbal and physical abuse to Lamaze classes and homicide, these next months will test my resolve like never before. So, I ask that you keep me in your thoughts and hope I make the trip with minimal damage.
Wish us luck!
Onward Christian Soldiers....
Friday, October 24, 2008
Posted by Bleego! at 9:38 AM
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I would like to congratulate you on your potency. I too was worried you would be the demise of Amy’s reproduction In any event I am more excited than words can say and you two will only add to the great parenting and love that is strong in both sides of our families. Ooooo I can’t wait!!
Hi Dave,
Listen, I was attacked when my wife was pregnant. I don't think she remembers so I don't bring it up unless I need a bargaining chip to win a fight, but it was....(choking back a sob)...really hard. The good news is there are groups out there. Sure, nobody talks about it, but other men have been hurt too. Other men have been wounded. So take solace in big Jim's black eye and Phil's broken wrist, find a group in your area. Because bottling these things up hurts harder.
All I can suggest is that you practice your, "I can't believe you just said that/why was I just punched in the kidney" face in the mirror. The right facial expression can make a pregnant woman feel bad for you. Whereas your words would only inflame her. Look, you only NEED one kidney anyway, so buck up and see the bright side. Good luck! Duck and weave!
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