Fatherhood

For you guys who haven’t had to deal with a pregnant significant other, you haven’t experienced the full impossibility of surviving this minefield.  Seriously.  Yeah, the dreaded “am I fat?” question occasionally arises with women even under the best of circumstances, but that powder-keg is a lot easier to defuse when you don’t have to lean over her belly to give her a consoling hug.  Once they’re eight months pregnant, there’s simply no way to get out of this in one piece, because logic left the building five months back and everything you say is going to be twisted into the worst possible interpretation.  And if you say nothing, she’ll twist that, too.  ;P

I’m sporting a “vintage” style Batman (copyright DC Comics and stuff) shirt.  I tried sending out the bat-signal to help me out of this conversation, but he said “you’re on your own, Jack.”  And I said “but my name’s not Jack,” but he’d already pulled that disappearing crap.  Bastard.