Tonight at birthing class I learned that there's a high chance during Becky's labor pains that she's going to be puking on me. The contractions do weird things to a woman's guts besides pop out a baby. This won't be the first time Becky has puked around me - although it might be the first time it's not purplish from red wine and blue cocktails.
I will remember not to wear any nice shirts into the delivery room.
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