So tonight during dinner with Tiff… we were discussing the gruesome truths that come with childbirth. These mainly pertain to the various bodily fluids that are being generated in vast quantities, escaping from her body in one way or another.

While my stomach is normally iron clad when it comes to “the bloody stuff”, a wave of uneasiness came over me during this particular discussion. Perhaps it was the 60+ mussels I’d JUST eaten, perhaps it was the amount of the bill for our dinner, perhaps it was a combination of a few things.

Tiff asked me “Are you going to be ok in the delivery room?”.

Being a man, I replied “Pffft… of course.” , as my face remained grey and nausea came in waves.

It worried me for a moment, as I asked myself if I WOULD be ok.  The bizarre truth (ok, very bizarre), is that I imagine myself going through the same torment that Tiff will likely have to endure. The thought of an alien lifeform (and trust me, they look like aliens… I’ve seen the ultrasound pics) writhing around in a sac attached to my innards, makes me queasy. To make things worse, this lifeform forces itself through a passageway that needs to RESHAPE itself in order for the being to pass through.

Ok… I’ve gone too far.  *ahem*

To summarize… Tiff is incredibly strong and amazing for having carried our unborn child around for 9 months and will display even more strength during what will hopefully be a short and (relatively) pain free childbirth.