Posted on 07/30/2008 6:23:52 AM PDT by Coffee200am
IOW, he'd have had one kid instead of four.
I guess there's someone for everyone. If she wants to put up with it, that's her choice....
It wouldn't be mine.
Sure, let the wife do all the dirty work, just don’t expose them to something unpleasant. Poor little wusses.
They’re just cowards.
How did you get that shot of me and my new son during my Caesarean section?
Ugh, I went to one of those. I was one of only two dads there. They showed a frightening video with seriously overweight topless black women being coached on how to nurse their helpless babies.
And of course, when our time came along, the advice from the video was useless. We had to have a lactation consultant come in to get our son started.
You're right. We wouldn't want to offend your delicate sensibilities with the ickiness of real life. Here, do you want to borrow some smelling salts, lavender-scented lace handkerchief, and a fainting couch? Shall we loosen the laces of your corset, darling girl?
Oh, wait, you're a guy? Sorry, we couldn't tell from your post, you sounded like a five-year-old girl who has seen a worm.
When men started thinking it was cool to bring videocameras into the birthing room and taping what was going on “down there”, I decided that I didn’t want any man in the room when I have a baby.
"But Nola goes a step further. She gives "birth" to living incarnations of her darkest inner impulses. Once released, these walking ids exact gruesome revenge against Nola's family, especially her ex-husband, for every real and imagined slight that she has suffered at their hands over the course of her troubled life." The Brood
Jewish tradition discourages men from being in the room when his children are born. There are a lot of documented cases where the sex life went down the tubes because after he saw the baby exiting the vaginal canal, he couldn’t imagine it being used for anything else. They could no longer see their wives as lovers, only as mothers.
My father went throught that ordeal -- I was born on our kitched table.
It was a blessing from the Almighty for me.
Arrabgements had been made for my mother to give birth in a women's hospital across the Potomac in Washington, D.C. But, fortuantely for me, a severe snow storm hit, precluding that trip, and I was thus delivered on the kitchen table by my Dad.
Missed being a Damyankee by the width of the Potomac river and a snow storm. Praise Be!!!! An American by birth; a Virginina by the Grace of God.
His restaurants have obtained a total of 12 Michelin stars, which is really quite remarkable. Whatever he's doing, he's doing it right.
LOLOL!
You should have put a “weak stomach” warning at the top of that post.
Oh my God!!!!here we go again!!!!
Where did I say anything like that? What I did say was "Easy for you to you to demand it of him -- you don't have to watch that end of the ordeal ...." [which in my opinion is enough to gag a maggot].
And, where did I say women have it easy giving birth? I didn't!
If you must make up silly stuff like that, please don't address it to me.
He wanted to watch the whole thing, which he did in fascination ---- now teases me about being gut like a deer.
Yes, he is still alive ---- I love the big lug
My husband saved our dog's life last year by tying a tourniquet around it's damaged leg. (The dog was hit by a motorcycle).
The next 8 weeks of infection control and bandage changing was up to me. He did have to clean the dogs wounds one day, and nearly threw up.
Point being, that many men are great providers, and wonderful in an emergency, but the whole thought of gore, ahead of time, renders them useless.
My husband stayed with me through both births, but stayed up by my head, and never looked at the mirror once. I didn't mind.
:-)
I wish I could take you back with me to help pull battered and bloody corpses, and blown-apart men,women and children out of bombed buildings in wartime London. Help me,pull horribly burned men out of burning airplanes, or ride with me for over two hours while I tried to get my gunner's guts pushed back in his belly, and then watch him die, still screaming, while we were on our landing aproach with ambulances and doctors less than 5 minutes,away. Come with me to the burn wards at Brook Army Medical Center during the Vietnam war, and stand by while we all listen to screams of real-honest-to God-pain from flame-thrower victims, and not be able to do a damned thing to help them -- not even hold a hand because they were too badly burned to touch.
Lady, I have seen and wiped up more blood in my lifetime than you have in your whole body. So, come on tell me about the 'ickiness' of real life. And while you're at it, you can take your 'smelling salts, lavender-scented lace handkerchief, and a fainting couch' -- and your infantile sarcastic horsesqueeze, and shove them where the sun doesn't shine. The only thing silly post accomplishe was to suceed very well in making you look like a jackass.
Wow. That was a world-class pawnage post. She better put some ice on that :0
Whoa, lighten up!
The smiley denotes a light hearted ribbing...Chill out.
But he tried.
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