Well, the baby is still a while off, but Jessica is in the other room watching videos about labor and delivery that I’m supposed to watch with her later (I’m working right now so I can’t watch them right now. You can tell I’m working because I’m writing this blog entry). I can’t here everything that’s being said on the DVD, which is a good thing but the parts I’m picking up on are a little… well… scary? I guess I’m just not used to hearing the name of female body parts bandied about quite like they are on the video.

This is the part where I have to buck up and get past my slight embarassment, extreme awkwardness and just get ready for an extremely unpleasant time. For my wife. I get to watch and feel weird but she gets to do the actual labor and delivery part while I look on like a stupid man who’s never going to get it. And it’s true, I’ll never understand. I’ve been told that there are painful things that men can go through that have about the same pain level as labor and delivery… but I think those kinds of pains you have to pay for like fixed broken, hang nails, ears pierced and eating ice cream.

It’s tough to be a guy.