I know my wife is pregnant. I'm hungry, I'm nauseated, and I'm tired all the time. In fact, I know what my wife is feeling at all times. Why? because I happen to be feeling what the medical community calls the Couvade syndrome. I call it a pain in the ass.
Now, before all the ladies in the house decide to lynch me, I'm not complaining about how unfair it is that I have to have these symptoms (ok, maybe I'm complaining a little bit). But let's be honest, I am not hard wired to endure pregnancy.
I can weld, do woodwork, conduct great feats of strength, scratch myself in public, and almost burp the alphabet when enough beer is applied; I simply can't handle pregnancy and labor. They say that women are the fairer sex, that men need to protect them at all times. But having seen my wife incubate two of my children and push them out of her body through an orifice no larger than an apple WITHOUT ANY DRUGS WHATSOEVER, I know for a fact that she's the tough one. I would never in a million years be able to handle it. I flinch when the blood pressure cuff is too tight.
So that's why I hate this couvade bull crap. It's not my thing...
Beer anyone?
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I know how you feel buddy. I've had three (3) kidney stones, and I don't even know who the fathers are! Do I get any sympathy from women? NO! (Unless, of course, THEY have had stones. Then they tell you that passing a kid was easier.)
I got sick during the childbirth portion of an advanced first aid class, so I know that I'm not cut out for motherhood.
I can handle the child birth part, well not the pain part, but definately the support part (some have said that I should rent myself as a birthing coach). In fact, when my daughter was born I almost jumped into EMT mode to suction her airways.
Who says that?? ;o)
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