For God So Loved
“Well, I have to be in the room; someone has to catch Jimmy when he passes out!”
For nine months the jokes and comments flowed freely, particularly from my unrelenting sisters-in-law. Although I never quite confirmed it, sources tell me that there was an is-Jimmy-going-to-pass-out option alongside the baby pool (for the record, I had August 6 and “no”).
If you haven’t figured it out yet, my wife and I have been preparing for the birth of our first baby throughout the first months of 2014. My squeamish reputation for blood and bodily fluids preceded me, hence the good-natured ribbing. My wife lovingly (I think) commented that she didn’t …