If you have a spray bottle in the house – for plants, puppy discipline, whatever – do NOT use it to squirt your pregnant wife's belly, no matter how perfectly round and adorable it may be.
Trust me. Just don't do it.
On December 24 my wife gave me the best Christmas present she'd ever peed on. The little plastic rocketship said PREGNANT and since that moment, nothing has been the same. I can’t tell you anything about what it’s like to have morning sickness, tender breasts, or raging hormones. But I can tell what it’s like to be a guy that’s going to be a dad. This blog picks up where our old lives left off.
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