So this is a pretty well known book. And it is very  informative. Short of eating Bill Cosby’s brain and trying to absorb ‘fatherlyness’ through some sort of morbid osmosis,  this is a pretty good start to becoming somewhat less of a fuckdunce in the eyes of oh pregnant one.

One problem though. The rhetoric. Dad’s pregnant too? When your significant other has been up all night dry heaving the taco bell you stupidly bought to sustain her, it’s probably best not to burst into the bathroom with a shit eating grin saying “It’s ok sweetness. I’m pregnant too!”

This is a sure fire way to have her fist a honey dew melon up your urethra while screaming “Yes, you are!“ 

Read the book. But don’t repeat all of the well meaning sound bites if you value the   elasticity of your pee hole.