Lilian posted about giving birth and she posed a question as to how we men would feel about being in the delivery room and witnessing the whole bloody mess miracle of child birth.  Frankly, I have never had the previledge of witnessing such a  phenomena, firstly because all 4 daughters of mine were born in a Government Hospital where they don’t allow husbands in, and secondly, even if they did, I don’t think I would want to watch. 

I think those fathers who are there to see the whole thing pocesses something that I seriously lack. Sentimentalism. If there is ever such a word. It takes a very sentimental and romantic kind of guy to want to share the labour with his wife. They say they were overwhelmed by the feeling of warmth and love when they see a new life being born. I think I would probably puke at the sight. Now you ladies and all those sentimental and romantic guys can go ahead and screw me upside down, but seriously, I don’t think I can stomach the sight. I mean, it’s not as though the baby will just slip out and start giggling or anything. It’s such a bloody affair. I’m very selfish ain’t I? The misus is screaming her lungs out, and I am smoking a cigarette outside. Buthen, I’m also feeling very nervous outside you know.

Then there is the after effect of witnessing such a mess miracle. I don’t think I’ll be able to look at the lovely cheebai with the same lustful feeling ever again. I might even become impotent. That would not be very good would it? For both of us I mean.