When the baby is kicking particularly hard.
It feels like:
When the pregnant wife shows me the BabyCenter.com video on water births.
Throughout the course of the delivery, we're like:
When someone asks me what college I want my unborn son to attend.
I'm like:
When my pregnant wife says that she can really go for a Big Mac and asks if I’d be good with that for dinner.
I'm like:
When we’re out to dinner and the baby suddenly starts kicking my pregnant wife’s bladder.
She's like:
When I answer one of my pregnant wife’s questions about the baby registry with the utmost confidence only to have her go online to verify the accuracy of what I said and find out that I was absolutely, positively wrong.
I'm like:
When the receptionist at the OBGYN office calls our name to come in.
I'm like:
When I take the lead from my pregnant wife and try describing the stroller we’re looking for to the people at Babies R Us.
It's like:
When I finish painting the nursery, my pregnant wife comes in and says that she’s happy with the color AND the paint job I did.
I'm like:
When my pregnant wife is going to a breast feeding class for the night and asks me what I’ll be doing.
I'm like:
When my pregnant wife brings the laundry basket back down stairs.
She's like:
Telling my pregnant wife that she doesn’t need to lift any of the grocery bags — that I’ll carry everything from the car to inside the house, and to prove this point, I do it all at once.
I'm like:
When someone makes yet another joke about my pregnant wife being my personal designated driver all during the pregnancy.
She's like:
When I put on Nick Jr. and see some of the TV shows that are on nowadays.
I'm like:
When my pregnant wife is nervous before the doctor comes into the room and I’m trying to make her laugh.
It's like:
15 minutes after my pregnant wife takes her glucose test.
She's like:
When I go to touch my pregnant wife’s belly but she’s not in the mood to be touched.
It's like: