A Moment that DEFACS would love
I saw my wife, setting on the couch, with that all too familiar pained look on her face.
I cross the room, catching her eye and smiling.
I drop to my knees at her side, placing my head on her stomach, and address my unborn son…
“Look, you little mother-fu___er. You need to get your ass out here or I will beat you! I’ll let Charlie eat you if you don’t hurry up.”
Sarah Laughed…but still no baby. I think Charlie has dibs on the placenta now.
I’m not the only one whispering sweet nothings to their baby.


December 3rd, 2007 at 11:23 am
GET HIM OUT OF ME.